Light flashed through the interior of the nightclub, then a beam pierced its walls. As it reached for the distance, it suddenly shifted, drawing a red line through everything that had come in its path.
Alarms blared, and the beam was suddenly severed. With the gauntlet having overheated, Jaguar extended his left arm, his eyes searching the surroundings. Glimpsing a crimson blur, he whipped his arm in its direction, his hand splitting and snapping back along with the rest of the plating.
RATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!!
Dust rose as a storm of bullets blasted through the room. A distinct click drew Jaguar's attention to the right, and he raised his obsidian gauntlet, gathering its fingers into a fist. The air around it shimmered, and a white screen manifested just in time to block a salvo of bullets, all directed at him.
