Torres - A Obsidian Story

Operation: Omnics - Part 2

We moved as one. I vaulted onto the railing, the hum of my sword thrumming in sync with my heartbeat. The world slowed as I launched myself into the air, cloak snapping behind me. The nearest Omnic was still reeling from the flash; I swung down in a clean, arcing strike. The blade sliced through its neck with a shower of sparks. I landed in a crouch, rolled to absorb the impact, and came up ready for more—eyes locked, adrenaline surging.

I didn't hesitate—I surged forward, sword spinning in a blur of motion. Sparks flew as I carved through the first Omnic on my left, pivoted, and slashed the one on my right before driving the blade clean through the next in front of me. Every swing was instinct, a mix of power and flair that made the chaos almost feel like choreography.

Spotting two more closing in, I angled my wrist and hurled the sword low—its gleaming edge slicing clean through both their ankles. They collapsed in unison with a crash of metal and static.

Before I could move, Jas stepped in—rifle snapping up, two precise shots splitting the air. Both Omnics' heads sparked and dropped before their bodies even hit the ground.

Then movement—fast. My eyes caught a flash behind her. "Jas, behind you!" I shouted through the comm.

But Jas didn't need the warning. Years of Enforcer training kicked in—she spun into a crouch, firing a burst that shattered the Omnic's knee joint before sending another round straight through its faceplate. The machine went limp, collapsing at her feet. Without missing a beat, she was already pivoting forward again, calm, steady, unstoppable.

I couldn't help grinning, almost impressed by how effortlessly Jas handled herself—but that flicker of admiration vanished when the Omnics' sensors locked onto me. Their rifles snapped up, and the air filled with gunfire.

"Shit—" I dove for cover, metal slugs sparking against the wall inches from my head.

That's when it hit me—I'd thrown my sword earlier. Brilliant move, Torres.

"Alright... here goes nothing," I muttered.

I thrust out my hand, feeling the pendant on my chest pulse with heat. Mystic energy flared, weaving through the air like a glowing thread tracing back to where I'd last hurled the blade. The trail shimmered brighter, faster—until, with a crack of light, the sword reformed in my grasp, solid and humming with power.

"Sick," I breathed, staring at the weapon in awe for half a heartbeat before the next volley reminded me to move.

The nearest Omnic spotted me—no time to react. Its rifle swung up, locking on, but before it could fire, a crimson bolt sliced through the air and punched clean through its head. Sparks burst like fireworks as the machine collapsed in a metallic heap.

My eyes darted upward. On the second floor, Vincent stood in full swagger, a grotesque blood‑forged crossbow in hand, another glowing arrow already coalescing from his own veins.

"Well, that's new," I muttered, brows lifting.

He fired again, casually picking off Omnics like he was at target practice. That damn grin on his face said it all—he was having fun.

With a satisfied smirk, Vincent vaulted over the railing, landing in a smooth crouch before striding toward me. As he walked, the crossbow twisted and melted in his grip, reshaping into that same crimson blade I'd seen back in the warehouse.

"Saved your ass once again," he said, voice dripping with smug amusement.

My eyes went wide as I shoved Vincent hard to the side, just as an Omnic came barreling toward us. I met its charge head‑on, blade flashing once, twice—metal split, sparks flying as the machine crumpled to the floor with a heavy clang.