Monitor Type 2
"The Cabal centurion opened up on her at point-blank, and we heard the most fearsome sound. She was laughing."
Many people believe that it is Warlocks they should fear. Or Hunters. Civilians great and small step lightly around those hooded figures, whose telltale cloaks and shining bonds hide secrets that could tear their City apart.
They are not wrong. Any Hunter worth the title could spark a civil war with a single word in the right ear. Any Warlock with more than a month's experience knows just how to rend reality to his will. There are secrets in their minds that could bring the mightiest god to its knees.
So no, they are not wrong.
But here, now, watching through a scope as slug after slug screeches and shatters against her armor, each one powerful enough to upend a sparrow but not so much as fazing her. There is a crackle of air as her lightning clad fist does what bullets cannot, ripping through inches of the Cabal's finest armor like so much wet paper. The flesh underneath stands even less of a chance, and soon enough she's buried her arm up to the elbow in whatever strange alien biology lurks beneath that massive armor.
Here and now, hearing her brilliant laughter as she rips her hand free, seeing something wet and pulsing clenched tightly in her fist and three neat little holes she hasn't even noticed leaking blood across the front of her battered and dirtied armor…
The age old question goes 'What happens when an unstoppable force opposes an immovable object?', and it's supposed to make one think.
What you should really consider though, is what happens when they both work together?
There's a shiver down the Hunter's spine, and he packs up his rifle to set out across the field. Whatever the answer, she's going to need reviving soon, and if he doesn't lend a hand who knows what she'll end up doing to him.