The bullets started coming the moment they could even see the barricade.

They both screamed as one – old panic from an old life, long gone now – and then she threw up a shield, the bullets slamming against it and riccocheing off. He clenched his hands and his teeth, scattering the men with guns like tin soldiers, and she reached out a hand, focused, brought it down in a sharp motion.

Another shield chopped the barricade in half.

He blasted the two pieces aside, the soldiers screaming as the heavy metal barrelled down on them.

They drove on.