The Union officers stormed in, visored helmets gleaming under the chamber's flickering lights. "Open fire!" their leader roared, raising a pulse rifle.
Aiku tilted his head, smirking. "I'm not sure you'd want to do that."
The officers pulled their triggers—and their rifles exploded in a cacophony of sparks and shrapnel.
The men stumbled, dazed, clutching scorched hands. Before they could recover, Aiku suddenly appeared before one, moving with precision.
"What's the possibility," he mused, raising a single finger, "that a single flick from me could completely destroy your skull?"
The officer froze, trembling behind his cracked visor, eyes wide with terror. Aiku's smile widened. "Very likely."
With a casual flick, the officer's head exploded, armor shattering like glass.
His body crumpled, headless, to the floor. The other officers gaped, shock rooting them in place.
