"Ninjas," said Hito as if ordering miso soup, his cyberware extending from both arms. He dove forward in a shoulder roll, the twin monofilament blades removing the legs of two of the intruders. Falling, the dying assassins vivisected the bodyguard with the blinding speed of chipped reflexes. Only his unorthodox attack had allowed the warrior to get so close, so fast, before death.