Page 4 of Stars in Nova

A second shooter.

Kisan rose with fluid motion, closing his eyes.

He sent out a dynamic burst.

In seconds, he found the new bogey, evidenced by the heat of his gun barrel, hidden behind a curtain on the third level of an apartment building nearby.

The Rider honed on the precise location point and sent out a single pulse of a bio-kinetic charge.

It flew through the air, the wave hitting the marksman, enveloping him in its high-band power. It disrupted neurological signals, creating magnetic-like attraction and repulsion.

The attacker convulsed and fell unconscious.

Turning to the first shooter, Kisan bent, wrapped his arms around his shoulder, and squeezed the thick neck, sending pulsations through his bulging arm muscles.

In seconds, the bogey was out.

The Guardian then raced past shocked locals as he raced up the side of the building.

Launching himself through the third-level window, he emerged shortly later with a limp form in his grasp.

He leaped into the air and landed, his body trembling from rage and adrenaline.

His metanoids pulsed under his skin as he prowled towards the first assailant, still prostrate on the ground.

A flash of motion caught his eye.

Xion, one of his fellow Sable brothers.

The handsome Rider moved through the chaos with fluid agility, towering over most.

His dark coat billowed as he helped lift an injured woman, his sharp eyes scanning the scene.

Spotting Kisan, he tilted his head, locking eyes.An explanation, brother.

Kisan nodded.Give me five, he growled via their neural node link.

He lifted both Falasians with ease and loped down to the street, where a Guardian patrol flyer was approaching.

He raised a chin to the pilot, who opened the flyer’s doors. The Rider tossed in the offenders with a growl, cuffed thekinais, and stepped back.

‘Wait, got one more.’

Moments later, the thief was tossed in the back of the hovering prisoner hauler.

Kisan slapped its broadside. ‘You’re good to go now.’

The craft ascended toward the Guardian’s station, dodging the hover ambulances taking the injured to the hospital.

Kisan turned and pursed his lips as he prowled toward the dusky-skinned, tall, fit, lean, muscled man with meta tattoos, locks, and chiseled, brooding features that most single women across Pegasi drooled over.

Xion Sable.

One of the Galaxy’s former top playboys. However, since his attachment to a certain alluring Iccythrian quick-fingered beauty called Katya, his player days were over.

Now, he headed the Eden Guards and was, in effect, Kisan’s directkhan.

He studied Kisan with penetrating eyes, his hazel irises ringed with glowing sapphire flecks.

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