Rin stared down at the man in the black armor while the wind whipped his hair into his eyes, feeling the world tilt on its axis not because of gravity magic but because his brain was rejecting the reality in front of him.
"That's not Indra," Rin said, his voice cracking, "that's Leo."
Nyx glanced at him, then back at the figure standing in the crater of pixelated sand ten stories below. "The file said Project Indra, maybe it's an acronym, maybe they just wanted something that sounded god-like, doesn't matter, he's coming up."
Leo, or the thing wearing Leo's face, crouched, the black armor shifting like liquid mercury, and then he launched himself vertically, ignoring physics entirely, soaring ten stories in a heartbeat.
"Move!" Nyx shouted, slamming a repulsion blast into the balcony floor.
They scattered just as Leo landed, the impact pulverizing the concrete where Rin had been standing a second ago, sending marble shrapnel flying like buckshot.
