DN - 350mph tackle

My cape is suddenly heavier, pulling at my shoulders as I accelerate at eight Gs. The concrete, the row upon row of computer racks, the dense machinery of the Artificer’s manufacturing equipment, they all slow me down. A little.

Calamity is in close, blasting away at point-blank range. Utopia is dodging back, taking a round in her shoulder instead of her throat. Her left arm folds open into a submachine gun and burps fire at where Calamity was just standing. Calamity has rolled behind her, jams the muzzle of her gun into Utopia’s back and fires. Utopia jerks with the impact, swivels 180 degrees at the waist to face her—

That’s about the time I body-check her at 350 miles an hour. Utopia goes flying. I reach out for the lattice and stop myself cold. “You good?”

Calamity’s eyes are wide, but she nods. “Get her!”

- Dreadnought, Chapter 26