Operation Finem Timere: Part 23 End Battle Emma turned her attention towards Atka, firing off several shots at the troublesome scout. Not one to be easily hit, Atka activated her afterimage and pre-image, the former being destroyed as she weaved from side to side, trying to get in closer. “I’ll handle them, but someone… please disrupt his contr-” A plasma bolt from Ammelia’s expert aim punched into her shoulder armor, breaking it and leaving a vulnerable spot in her defense. Hurry! Modya glanced at Christine. “I think it is time to try out that trick!” the Russian prompted with nervousness creeping into his tone. Christine blinked several times. “Modya, really this is no time for… oh, oh you mean the… okay!” Christine took a deep breath. “This is really gonna drain me, so, um…” She pulled out her last rocket and handed it to Modya. She then extended her arms, and formed two rifts, one pushing out, the other pulling in, facing up and down. A few pebbles flew out, pulled in and going through them, faster and faster. “D… d-do it… I-I’ll keep it open as long as I can to give it the most speed.” What are you up to over there? Phobos formed a rift of his own, sending it flying towards the two rocketeers so he could stay with his meat shield. Modya, Albert, and Mary managed to get over to Christine, pumping a storm of plasma into it, the superheated gases going through the repeating tunnel faster and faster, climbing to terminal velocity. Desmond rushed into action, managing to get in front of Phobos’s rift and make another Pulsar. Holding it out in front of him, as the rift came into contact with Desmond’s ability, the rift flowed into the Core and the two expanded as the powers mixed together and the Core blew, flinging Desmond back hard as the two canceled each other out. Rubbing his head, Desmond slowly rose to his feet. “Well...not dead, but ow…” He took several deep breaths, trying to compose his swirling head. Phobos glared at the recovering soldier. Kill him! As Emma and Ammelia turned their weapons towards Desmond, Christine’s eyes widened. “N-n-now… or… n-never!” The pushing rift dispersed, and another appeared near Phobos. The super accelerated plasma shots slammed into his shield, and sent the Ethereal firing back. The feedback from the attack sent a wave of energy into the two puppets, Ammelia getting the worst of it thanks to the multiple attacks. Phobos slammed into a wall, slowly rising his feet and shuddering in anger. Ammelia grasped her head in pain as she fell to the floor; the massive surge of psionic energy not only forced her to the ground, but also overloaded the SAaIDA, causing the earpiece to explode. A trickle of blood leaked out of both her ears and her nose as she fell unconscious. Emma fared a bit better, her neural feedback finally kicking in and preventing the backlash from the connection being lost from knocking her out cold, though it did temporarily incapacitate her. Desmond looked over at Christine and rose to his feet, shaking his head. “Thanks for the save.” “N… n-no… prob… Walk…” Christine dropped to the ground, Albert barely catching her before she could slam her head, and gently placed her to the side. Ayame panted heavily, one of the fear non-psions left not fairing well against the the Fear Aura. “M-Mary… go! I’ll cover you! G-get… Ammy out… of the line of fire…” “Beh’ ‘areful!” (Be careful!) Mary responded as she rushed towards her sister, easily lifting Ammy up onto her shoulders while finding a particularly solid pillar to hide behind. Ayame smiled. “G-good… job… Mary.” Ayame fired at Phobos to try and hit him while he still recovered, but her shot went incredibly high. The Aura taking hold, she barely had the strength to hunker behind her cover before she was completely paralyzed. Phobos cracked his neck. The shake in his arms was as much from the exertion of energy as from his anger. Damn… was hoping to kill that one. I’ll have to do so when I am finished with the rest of you. He swirled two hands, forming another rift. Two more hands filled the rift with fire, and the cybernetic ones moved to direct it directly towards Atka. As soon as the psychokinetic storm started coming for her, the Colonel was already in motion, running to the side with her afterimage trailing behind her, the leftover from the psionic manifestation that now slumbered once more. A shot screamed from the barrel of her reflex rifle as she moved to avoid the rift, but it merely dented the shield around Thanatos. “Dammit, he’s…” she warned as a tendril of green briefly connected with Ayame, feeding off her terror and using the energy to repair the telekinetic bubble. The storm of energy, still being controlled remotely, redirected itself, pursuing Atka and threatening to catch up with her, despite her speed. “Mind fray isn’t going to do much here…” Ashley shook her head, and looked over to the unconscious Eva. “Worked for you.” She channeled her energy, and sent it flying towards Desmond, Emma, and Fay, the psi inspiration restoring their vigor and some of their energy. “Hurry, protect Colonel At…” The cover in front of her started to spark. Looking towards Phobos, she caught a glimpse of him siphoning energy off of the Black King wreck, and she was blasted back by a powerful electrokinetic blast. Fay had just enough time to pull her into cover before Phobos could finish her off. Mary rested her sister down comfortably behind the intricately decorated pillar as she considered what to do next. Her biokinesis was almost entirely useless against him, instead, she attempted to imbue her weapon even though she wasn’t entirely good at it. The plasma weapon glowed a even deeper green as Mary drilled the newly repaired shield with a storm of augmented blasts. With Phobos distracted by Mary but Atka still in danger, Jan’Tiala couldn’t stay hidden any more. Dropping her shield, she tried to mimic Phobos’ flaming rift to the best of her abilities, and blasted it between Atka and Phobos’ rift. It wasn’t even close to being strong enough to cancel it, but it did redirect it, and it slammed into an intricate statue of Phobos, obliterating it. Atka slid to a stop, breathing a sigh of relief. “I thought I felt another presence here, even with the overriding presence of this asshole… thanks for the save, Tiala.” Standing up straight again, Atka formed her two telekinetic helixes around her arms, cutting two gouges into them at weak points in the armor. The blood that flowed forth formed Xifeng anew, this time at normal strength. “Let’s see how you like this!” the Inuit woman spoke through her psionic manifestation, and the helixes wrapped around its own arms, before Xifeng extended her hands, and fired off the telekinetic projections, crossing them as they sped towards Phobos. Another shot from Mary’s weapon, and a large crack formed in the shield. Noting the helixes at the last moment, Phobos dropped the shield and dumped a large pool of energy into physical enhancement. The helixes sent him flying once again, leaving another Ethereal-shaped dent in the wall. Now clearly shaken by the barrage, Phobos let out a terrifying scream that echoed in everyone’s heads. He pulled a huge pillar straight out of the wall, imbued it with energy, and sent it hurtling towards Mary. As the pillar flew towards her, Mary quickly realized she had nowhere to go. “‘oody ‘uck!” (Bloody fuck!) she yelled as she tried to do the only thing that came to mind, catch the pillar. Her enhanced arms and leg muscles seemed to only slow it down however as the force slid her back into one of the walls, pinning her arms and legs against it. Mary struggled to free herself, but found that she simply couldn’t budge it as she cursed out loud, pain flowing through her body. “Foe sufficiently still,” Fay muttered, a burning yellow glow enveloping the last tungsten slug suspended over her shoulder. “Three point eight kilometers per second, firing.” With that, the yellow glow discharged like a miniature flash-bang, the tungsten slug vanishing in a stream of ionized atmosphere and molten metal, propelled straight towards Phobos. Raising one hand to try and slow the slug and another to strengthen his shield, the slug punched through the shield, one of Phobos’ hands, and through his side. Howling in pain as he quickly tried to seal the holes, an explosion of energy erupted from the Ethereal, and he sent a flaming javelin of psionic energy directly towards the sniper that had wounded him. Having briefly lost consciousness from the sheer amount of energy that she had expended on the blow, Fay didn’t have a chance to avoid the attack, the lance striking true. With a wordless cry, Fay was enveloped in psionic energy, before the illusion dissipated under the assault. Elsewhere, the sniper collapsed to the floor, unconscious and blood pouring from her nose. Jan’Tiala raised her hands, a psi lance forming in them. He’s wounded now. Press the attack!