A pulse of twisting cerulean and emerald energy illuminates debris strewn across a cold, decrepit concrete ground for an instant before slamming into a muscular chest.  Two identical pulses follow the first and continue to shred a hodgepodge of flesh, bone, and machinery.  Seven feet of muscle and machine falls to the floor, azure flames sputtering from its back.  The cybernetic skull of the brutish man bounces with a dull metallic clink despite the layer of vat grown flesh.  A woman, in a tattered black and grey camouflage uniform, ducks behind a concrete column, much of her face hidden by a helmet with a clear crystal visor.  The outfit bears only a few dark pieces of Kevlar plating to make up her body armor.  Though much of it is covered in the dust and battered with a patch on her side missing around singed flesh.  The heavier portions of the chest plate lay discarded around her with a pair of burnt spots, one matching her injured side.  Sections of the column explode beside her head in a shower of powder and rock as fire is returned.  Beside her, bits of the ceiling crash into the concrete reminding her of the situation.  Written on the column was SF 6.