Excerpt: Deus Ex

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Poe hammered the streets like a drunken Irish frat boy, literally punching one Dalthia in the face and sending it flying. Slowly, the city started to figure out it was under attack. Small groups of uniformed Dalthia put up armed resistance, only to run away with burning clothes when Poe lit them up. At the edge of a commercial district, she came to the top of a stone stairway leading down to a lower open park area. In the clearing near a fountain, Dalthia had set up an impromptu machine gun station. They bleated when they saw her, then hurried to aim their large multi-barrel gun.
Poe grinned. As they opened fire, she advanced down the steps at walking speed. The steel alloy rounds, travelling 800 meters per second, bounced harmlessly off her carbon neutronium composite breastplate. Sparks burst from the impact and Poe walked easily through an incandescent cloud of molten ricochets. After quickly flattening a few hundred rounds against her, the Dalthia figured it was pointless and stopped firing. Halfway down the stairs, Poe selected her favorite weapon from the visual menu in her helmet and it slid into her hand. In one smooth and practiced motion she raised the compact railgun and fired once. The 1 gram tungsten carbide bullet, traveling over 160,000 meters per second, ripped apart the air between opponents, creating a brilliant plasma fire shock wave. The bullet smashed the machine gun placement, nearly turning it inside out, scattering Dalthia and sending smoldering meat and molten steel everywhere. Poe stepped through the carnage. She scanned the area for further resistance, but found none.
Moving into what appeared to be residential housing (no sprawling characters on the walls and a more calm feel to the design), she realized the game was almost up. Once the populace realizes what is going on and starts to mount defense, the psychological effect of the attack wears off. Time to disappear.