"Die!" One of the half-machinized goons finally gave in and started firing.
Boom boom boom boom!!!
The light-duty submachine gun made very little noise, but still could not hit even Garen's shadow.
Compared to their response times and action speed, Garen moved as though he teleported. With such short distances, he just needed to leap forward, and before they could even blink, he had already jumped across several meters of space. He held in his hand the thick metal plate, more than a meter long, and casually bent over, slicing the two men's waists.
Their guns were still firing, but the two men slid to the ground in two halves each, their mouth still screaming for a full two seconds before the noise died down.
The bullets continued to rebound all around the room, but Garen just waved the exceptionally thick metal plate casually, and all the bullets embedded themselves into the plate effortlessly.
