A mid-tier Power appeared and sprinted across the Williamsburg Bridge. The neatly laid tracks were crushed flat beneath invisible force, and the concrete shattered. The historic bridge began to sway. Its steel cables let out creaking groans before snapping, and the freed fine wires shot outward at tremendous speed, lashing the air with an incomparably dangerous shriek.
A hurricane rose from nowhere and rocked the bridge. Nearly every passenger was terrified and fled toward the front cars. The subway began to accelerate. Bayonetta and Jeanne stood atop the last car, waiting for the monster to draw near. The malformed creature had one enormous arm, and its body—barely worthy of being called a body—was shaped like an inverted jar, with an expressionless face like a marble sculpture.
The Witches were very familiar with that identical face. They had hunted many creatures bearing it.
This time would be no exception.
A headless mid-tier angel wielding a greatsword swept rapidly over the East River and hurled its weapon at the Witches.
A flash of blinding golden light vanished in an instant. A figure clad in golden armor appeared in midair, then plunged madly downward trailing two azure flames, meeting the greatsword flying toward the Witches. The longsword in Salomon's hand was laughably small compared with the angel's greatsword. He swung it like a baseball bat, like a knight challenging a windmill. Accompanied by a violent sonic boom, the greatsword accelerated back at a speed the naked eye could not track. The gale raised by its spinning blade carved a white torrent across the East River.
The headless Cherub was struck squarely by its own greatsword. Before it could even cry out, its porcelain-white body shattered abruptly like a blood bag suddenly slapped flat. A great quantity of rosemary-scented blood sprayed out from the