There was no horror from the Second Shadow. Barely even shock. Just a vague sense of cognitive dissonance. No, we cleared the roads. We-- Something clicked, and reality returned. The car was still in motion, barreling down the highway, as their intended blockade maneuver had been foiled by a new arrival. The team can deal with that. I need to end this.
Switching the Chariot to autopilot, Abaddon opened the car up, the glass receding to allow him to leap out of his seat. He landed on the back half of the car, a few feet away from Myne. Seemingly out of nowhere, three razor-shard shuriken would appear in his hands, and the Black Phantom would grin. With a deft, dexterous motion, he'd toss them at the Protogeometric Powerhouse, aimed directly at her center of mass.
With an inhumanly athletic maneuver, the Sanguine Swordswoman Saya split the Black Squad's troop carrier in two, cleaving the chassis as easily as a hot knife goes through butter. Two members of the fifteen-man team died instantly, and the vehicle was rendered inoperable, though one might theoretically manually operate the foam-sprayer from atop the back half.
With Abaddon radio-silent while in combat, it fell to the next-most-senior member of the group to give orders. "Team One, pursue the Chariot. We'll handle her."
The still-intact second car followed its directive, heading down the road after the rapidly-disappearing Chariot, while the remaining members of Team Two disembarked from the car and prepared for a fight. Some raised guns, others drew knives, but the remaining thirteen men were prepared to bring this woman down no matter the cost.
There was a moment of silence, as they all faced her down. Then, the order came. "Open fire."
They did. The rapid-fire cracks of nine rifles firing in unison filled the air, as a hail of bullets sailed towards Saya, intended to riddle her form with perforations.