Ours is the Fury;; Shae&Michael
Michael turned without hesitation, found his footing, and charged, warping straight into the creature before most men could have even processed what it was. He had taken in every readily-apparent detail during the short time it took his biotics to flare up and propel him into the Adjutant.
He slammed into it, a biotic shockwave dispelling and redirecting the kinetic energy that could have shattered every bone in his body. All 1200 Newtons of force went straight forward, staggering the Adjutant and pushing it off of Shae. Michael’s barriers sprang up around him, and his gun was firing, all within the blink of an eye.
There was an enormous crack, the din of the sound barrier being broken, and suddenly air rushed painfully back into her lungs. Shae immediately rolled to her side, hacking and coughing and scrambling for her pistol. Through her darkening sight she could see the other two had their firearms drawn and pointed, waiting for a clear shot.
Michael advanced like a force of nature, glowing and powerful. Shae had never seen what the Alliance called Vanguards in action before and found that it was terrifying and amazing at the same time.
She felt someone pulling her elbow—talons indicated it was Hadys—and she staggered before finding purchase. Her arm ached when she lifted her pistol and she absently noted how painful it was to inhale before taking a shot at the adjutant’s side.