As he sprinted towards the guards that flooded into the chamber, their yells became worried as the plasma didn't stop him. He felt it, sure enough, but the pain alone didn't halt him as he drove himself through the numbers.
All he could see was the cerulean steel, spinning himself around to sweep his leg through two soldiers at once.
"Guh!"
"Wah!"
It was simply a difference biologically; he transcended their strength.
"Hfff…" Seven exhaled, looking around at the piles of groaning guards before glancing towards the engineer. "You done over there yet?!"
Bob was frantically typing away on his wrist, staying at the edge of the platform, "Almost…! Just a bit more!"
"Well, I've got this handled, no problem—"
Just as he turned his gaze forward, the bottom of a boot greeted him eagerly. Only by the saving grace of his evolved reflexes did he manage to lean back like performing at the world champion of limbo.
'Woah…Close,' he thought.
