kicks over tank

Achilla even saw one of them once, from a distance. He should have been concentrating on his own fighting – advancing up the course of a dried-out irrigation canal to assault a derelict pumping station – but once you caught a glimpse of one of those golden devils, everything else seemed slightly pointless. He'd used his old augmetics to get a better view, and so from a range of almost three kilometres he'd watched the whole thing unfold.
He couldn't even count the number of enemies that it had killed. He couldn't even really see how it was doing it, the pace was so fast. The devil wasn't using a gun, like anyone sensible, but some kind of electricity-wrapped spear. It was carving through solid stone, slashing through the masonry as if it weren't there. A rusty old tank was kicked over – kicked over – and then pulled into shreds of burning metal.
Achilla found himself appalled. That level of naked power was… unfair.

Valdor: Birth of the Imperium