Limelight

> > He hit a patch of steel dust at a sprint, then slid in a crouch forward, moving on the dust with obvious familiarity.

> > Steel flashed as Prof struck at the disordered officers. Some tried to keep firing, and others were going in with batons- which prof destroyed just as easily as he had with the bullets. He wielded the sword with one hand, and his other hand sent out near invisible blasts that reduced metal and kevlar to nothing. Dust streamed off soldiers who got too close to him, making them slip and stumble, suddenly unbalanced as helmets melted around their heads and body armor fell away.

> > Blood flew in front of high-powered flashlights, and men collapsed. It had been mere heartbeats since Prof had dropped into the room, but a good dozen of the soldiers were down.

> > One foolhardy member of Enforcement tried to charge Prof, who stood over the fallen armors. Prof didn’t bother with the sword. He dodged to the side, then slammed his fist forward. I could see the fist approach the soldier’s face, could see the helmet’s visor vaporizing just in front of Prof’s punch.

> Chapter 30, page 294-295, Steelheart.