s1e7: Everybody Was Slo-Mo Fighting

s1e7: Everybody Was Slo-Mo Fighting - Time of Faith: A Serial Adventure. Two soldiers aiming guns.
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The tendons of Kerr’s fingers tightened. Hands tightened into fists. They felt heavy—ready to bludgeon.

His weight shifted forward. He was ready to launch forward. His legs were springs screaming for release.

The suit performed a rapid emergency system check, flashing words too quick to read on Kerr’s LENS. One by one, his muscles tensed and relaxed. Calves. Quads. Biceps. Back. Shoulders. Stomach. Chest. Each burned with potential energy.

Kerr’s nostrils constricted and his lips pressed together. Thousands of microscopic oxites tumbled into his bloodstream. Kerr no longer felt the need to breathe.

Drugs began to trickle into his brain. Endorphins began to fire. Switches began to flip. He felt good. He felt unstoppable.

Kerr’s universe exploded.

Time slowed as a flurry of activity hijacked his mind.

Everything was brighter. Crisper. Louder.

Kerr could almost taste ever passing moment. It was time to move, Move, MOVE!

Braun held a frozen smile, teeth parted. He was started to say something, but Kerr couldn’t wait.

His peripheral vision absorbed the position of everything around him. He was surrounded. Braun ahead. Blanc right. Neither with gun drawn.

His real problem was Murphy and Johansson. Both had their guns trained on him. Johansson almost had a look of glee on his face. He seemed eager to get off a few shots.

These were trained soldiers. His movements would bring an instant response. Even with time “slowed” he could attack one, but not both.

He could do a lot of damage wearing the suit, but he wasn’t a soldier. The suit was bulletproof, but bullets would still knock him around. How long until somebody got a head shot? He felt very exposed.

Enough thought, it was time to act.

Kerr launched toward Braun in a blur of motion. He grabbed Braun by the shoulders and spun him around to be a shield. His soldiers held their fire, , not wanting to hit their commander. They ran toward him in slow-motion.

Kerr’s kicked up with his knee, burying deep in Braun’s stomach.

Another message from the suit flashed on his LENS.

INCOMING…

Kerr’s eyes widened. A dark shape was coming from the right. It was Hendrikson. He rocketed toward Kerr with a combat knife in his hands. He was fast! Everyone appeared to be moving through water, but not Hendrikson.

Kerr realized with horror that he was up against a super soldier. He must have a Jump Suit, as well.

Kerr fell sideways, repositioning Braun just before Hendrikson slammed into him. The knife swung wide, trying to strike behind the colonel. Kerr continued to roll, pulling both Braun and Hendrikson with him. As he landed, he planted both feet and kicked.

Thank you, judo lessons!

His legs fired like pistons, launching Braun and Hendrikson into the air like dolls.

Kerr planted his palms and pushed off. A twisting cat, he landed at the ready. The suit augmented his movements.

Johansson rolled onto the ground, getting into a better firing position. Murphy was lifting his gun to get a lock. Major Blanc pivoting her gun.

Kerr smiled. He wouldn’t be in the same place by the time they could fire.

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