Matt is good, but he's also not at a hundred percent, and he hisses as the jets pass just a little too close to his arm mid-swing, burning a hole in the top layer of his coat, the heat biting into the arm underneath. His aim is true, though, and the sting is mitigated somewhat by the satisfying noises of mechanical destruction that follow soon after.

There's a lot of that going on, actually. And gunshots, which nearly drown out the sound of something else. Something predatory, more than one, taking advantage of the distraction to launch their own assault.

Not that Matt knows they're invisible, of course. But no one else seems to notice, too intent on taking down the floating robots. "Incoming!" Matt shouts in warning, homing in on the nearest assassin to intercept its blades with his batons, intending to follow that up with a strike at the attacker's head, or whatever sounds most like it.