Lyta) *her worse fears are confirmed as she sees the building and hears the alarms and she pauses, slowing down, wondering how she can do the most damage before she herself is killed, for she has no doubt now that she will not return alive*

ALL:*the abrupt slamming up of the telepathic shield causes those GUARD psionics who were intent on attacking Shutdown to pause, balk, hold back. Tiny prods and probes poke at the mesh, the ever-undulating signatures, the wraps and weaves and rewraps of the psi-net. Layer upon strengthening layer of mental energy, uncountable, impossible to -see- through, the mesh hangs like a deadly trap over the RUNners, visible to those with mind-sight, aggravating in its totality, its lead-like covering, a dome over the attackers, a protector of the vulnerable minds below, a challenge and an item to fear. The GUARD ESPers hover, startled, unsure how to proceed. Inside the complex, doctors and technicians are held in a flurry of motion, dashing about wildly to get readings, to understand, to formulate a plan. Contact through minds, kept by Razorshred himself, provides exchange for thoughts and ideas concerning what's showing up on the spectrum indicators and Psi monitors. For the GUARD and their psionics, this is a nightmare… they can't get through, can't tell what's going on, shut off, for the most part, from the ground troops. And eventually, as Aerik had hoped and expected, they decide on a course of action. Their ESPers not powerful enough to break through the shield, not well enough -trained- to, they look to the one who can. The inert, drugged form of RAZORSHRED doesn't move, hooked to machines to watch his vital signs, IVs to feed him and keep him nourished, his mind so fogged he can barely think for himself…. For if he could, he more than likely would have never fallen for so obvious a trap. But at the GUARD's every command and whim, carefully made to be that way, he does as instructed. /Massive/ telepathic power gathers, coils in on itself, the ESPers flanking. Its like a wild lightning storm, tendrils from every endeavor they had him connected to whiplash, striking back to the point of origin to congeal, swell, and surge. Any other task he held is abandoned, they want -all- of him here for this, this one strike they believe will disarm the mesh, open the battleground back up to them. And it hangs there, this incredible cloud of power, god-like in its enormity… hangs, a palpable sensation, allowing ALL to feel it, for certainly, ALL will. Shielded, unshielded, psionic or not, it charges the air, literally. Some may even look upward, as if they could see it with physical eyes. A ball, swirling and growing, of energy… unadulterated -energy-. Like a claw above its prey it pauses, waits, just long enough for those who hold to shield to tremble, wonder if and when it'll be brought down upon them, a raptor circling… and they -would- see it, this bundle of mental power, see it heave and beat, heart-like. Without warning, it suddenly descends, a blast of heat and psi-light, like a nuclear explosion, a wave and a column, lancing for the mesh, unstoppable, unbeatable, a spear of ultimate power… rippling the physical world in its wake, sundering the astral in its immensity…. And blasting its way straight for the net…*

Lyta) *she glances back at Gild, the one she feels closest to at the moment...the only one she knows that is in sight and frowns, puzzled when he seems to vanish*

Polar ) -=- His attention snaps up as he hears a distant alarm. He rose his brow.. and walking to the hall, wandering towards the alarm the first contact station. Noting the screen was fuzzy. He tilted his head.. slightly.. noting.. the hussle even on theis floor. he paused, his eyes narrowed. No more than 18 years old.. he moved.. quickly to the stairwell, and nimbly, following the many others who refused to wait for the elevator. His blue locks fell in his eyes.. as he reached the comp level. BLinking as he did.. and smirking.. chaos.. how-refreshing- He wandered up a few more flights before he heard gunfire. Blinking and staggering back.. Guns.. fired.. an attack here... bitchin'.. --=

{PIRAHNA} *she is rudely awoken by the klaxon of alarms before they are abrubtly cut off..she quickly scurrie sout of bed and into some clothes, vehemenrtly swearing in her native gaelic, a language she rarely resorts too. She reaches for her gun and cautiously proceeds out into the hall*

ALL:*Warpole curses from his station at the main entrance... his transponder fritzing out, his psi-link fuzzing. Mindblind to psionics, he can only swear, charge his pole, and wait, deadly and dangerous. A few other cyhunters slip into place, but mostly, its the hunters who will handle the threat, the cyhunters the last line in this kind of attack... and the naturals, doctors, the headLord and such, were being evacuated*

(Gild) Geoff Follows~LYTA~*Shit.... this wasn't going to do. He pulls up next to her, keeping stride with her easilly enough. Then places a hand on her arm to let her know he's there. No words or even a whisper. This was his weapon. This illusionary shield. all he had in the world were these illusions and his hieghtened senses and speed.*

{Aerik}~KELSIN: *the last thing Aerik dictates... reminding her of her favor she owes him, he shoves the lines of Nicky's recourser at her before Shred's attack connects.. links then to her, her being the buffer, or at least holding it in place. He almost doesn't give her a choice, but really, she has none. If he pulled away now, her mind would be butter, if that much..*

{Deathspring - a HUNTER....powers limited to controling the water found in the body, using it as he likes} *With agility he didn't even know he possessed, he rose from his chair, throwing the book he had been reading over his shoulder, racing to thru the HQ as the alarms sounded, surprised, but excited...chance at a REAL battle!*

Lyta) *she ducks and dodges behind the other runners, noting that some seemed to be shielded somehow and stayed near them as she steadily approached the compound, trying not to watch as others fell around her, victims of the gunfire*

Ei ) ~*~ She felt it decending, as she knew she would. She closed her eyes focus. It came easy enough for her.. she waited.. as the grim reaper lightly brushed her cheek with his long and bony fingers. Moving.. caressing. Scared.. definately, but she did not even focus on that for an extended amount of time. She fell in with MIND's thoughts fluctuating those too absent.ly, faster than he was.. but not before flipping to other things. The waves and patters.. a dull realsiation, the boy would probally NOT survive ~*~ /// MIND // He was focusing too hard on fluctuating his sheilds to note the decending doom. Content, and happy, somehow to be a part of this. *

{Windrazor} *drawing racing winds around herself as she shield of sorts she watches for a moment, trying to see where her help would prove the best*

{PIRANAHAS ENTOURAGE} *they all step from their room simutanelously, long years of working together making them instanstanty understand, they fall into a staggered combat formation two on each side of the hall, cautiosly advancing up it*

{Indigo} *She 'accepts' AERIK'S one favour, and takes that task on as well, not withdrawing from the psi-net, but 'multi-tasking' her mind to perform all tasks asked of her, and to do them well*

{Entropy} +|He knew he wasn't much use in here as he exited to the outside his eyes searching for a place to hide as his form ducked behind a tree..hiding within it's shadow..silently his lips began to dance uttering the warriors mantra for he knew well that death may have approached and he was here..and the reaper could have been behind him. His robes flowed with with the wind and the silent highly potent electric crackle like that given off by transformers could be heard by the wrist mounted tasers. He waited cloaked by the shadows ready to strike and defend ready to fill his purpose. Pay for the shelter and food he had recieved. A mere warrior solemn and resolute..and ready to greet death whenever it may come|+

ALL:*THIS is what Aerik had been waiting for… his tiny link to the other TELEPATHS holding, not bending under the weight of the oncoming missile. He sits, cross-legged upon the grass, watched over by the few who's talents are too passive to engage directly in the battle, he smiles, eyes slowly closing, seemingly unrushed, unhurried, as mind-blowing psi-death pours down from above. Fully giving over to his plan, he lurks under the mesh, a tiny little bomb waiting to explode. His concentration slips and his form loses its lock on the physical, switching to its natural state, ghosting. Aura, reading his outline, motions quickly to Lyeth, who's been waiting. A TK anchor is made, finally, keeping the telepath from ghosting into the ground beneath him, and then she bolts away from the scene, fixing her attentions on the physical battle, this not being her domain. The beam of Razorshred lashes out at the shield, striking fast and going for deep, to rend and tear, destroy the minds that hold it in place. Aerik severs his mental link to EI-QUE, INDIGO, and the others… this is the sign for them to drop the net completely, pull away, snap their minds back into themselves… and it comes -just- as Shred touches the mesh, -just- as he connects. He manages a small taste of it before Aerik uncoils and attacks, channeling everything he has into one mighty stab, impaling Razorshred with barbs, latching into him, goring the psi-attack, and yanking upwards, giving no quarter, offering none, asking none. Ruthless and brutal, vicious, horrible… Shred's mental shriek of agony and surprise echoes in the air, rebounds off the building and the surrounding landscape… and then, their presence is simply and utterly gone. Bodies empty, Aerik and Shred, their essences, their astral selves, on the ThoughtScape, tearing a path there, riving that most neutral of grounds. The weaker telepaths on both sides collapse, the shriek and the strain far too much. Their bodies convulse once, hard enough to break their own spines, eyes exploding into gelatinous goo that streaks down their cheeks, blood cascading from every orifice, unable to even utter a sound before their minds hemorrhage and melt. RUNner and GUARD, they drop dead. Those strong enough to survive the event but too weak to handle it, feel an audible -snap- inside their minds, sway a moment, and limply topple over, comatose. Blood and less pleasant things trickling from ears, eyes, and noses. Three RUNners, caught in the shockwave of Aerik and Shred's passing, are too weak to survive. Another finds reprieve in a vegetative state of mind. Only EI-QUE and INDIGO harbor enough power to withstand it in any way and remain conscious. All the flanking minds of the GUARD ESPers fall away… and Lytra, back in the Lair, staggers and stumbles to her knees, screaming in sheer pain, even that far away. Psionics and psychics for states around, natural and unnatural, suffer severe side effects, those too close don't even know what hit them, collapsing, dead, on the spot and at the exact time Aerik drags Shred into the ThoughtScape. Those farther away drop either unconscious or near brain-dead, struck by so much backlash they can't bear it. All over the world, any sensitive to such things will suffer massive headaches for weeks, curled in supreme agony. And no one but those on the field today will ever know -why-… only those who were caught in the last vestiges of the net shield, the unnaturals in battle, escape the breach unscathed, or at least for the most part, though those directly involved are not so lucky*

Lyta) Gild;*as nervous as she is she jumps at the feel of your hand on her arm and nearly dumps a load of poisen into your system before realizing who you are, then runs along side you, though comforted by your presence she now worries that she will give you away*

(Gild) Geoff Follows~ALL~*He, unlike others, has another specific mission in this... To find the cloneing tubes. And secure them... So, he makes his way towards the building. Much like the others. Figureing that as long as he's not seen, which he shouldn't be with the two illusions in place. Then he should be able to snipe shots and move before he's found. Nothing too hard for him.*

{Deathspring} *He races to the forefront, his blood-red eyes focusing on a person, taking out his .50 caliber Desert Eagle, but keeping it to his side, striking out instead with his powers at MOLTEN, who just seemed to be standing there, almost playing with her magma like it were a slinky. He strikes out quickly, twisting the water in her body, causing her flesh to begin to wither as he sucked out the liquid* Huh, not too great there, RUNner bitch!

{VENIN} *she appears in a familiar place, one she had never wanted to see again. Knowing the layout of the comples, and the contingincy plans they used to have she turns and heads down to where the cy hunters would be..her intent to seek out WARPOLE*

Polar ) He first spies Another HUNTER... he waves.. and pauses. Seeing soemthing he th0ught he'd never see in battle.. EXPECIALLY ay HQ... a RUNNer? .. Licking his lips watching Venin EVERY Hunter was FORCED to read that gals file. he called out.. a bit of a grin on his face. Triggering his powers, and licking his lips. A bit of a glow around him. A green dull glow as he grasped even the smallest bits of metal onher anything.. that would react... even bits of iron in her blood.-=-

Polar ) He first spies Another HUNTER... he waves.. and pauses. Seeing soemthing he th0ught he'd never see in battle.. ESPECIALLY at HQ... a RUNNer? .. Licking his lips watching Venin EVERY Hunter was FORCED to read that gals file. he called out.. a bit of a grin on his face. Triggering his powers, and licking his lips. A bit of a glow around him. A green dull glow as he grasped even the smallest bits of metal on her anything.. that would react... even bits of iron in her blood.-=-

Ei)~*~ There was a recoil and a snap as she ruthlessly tugged her mind back into itself.. like a plug tipped chord recoiling rapidly. All the while, if it were to be an image, or displayed, the base of her mind formed a sheild, By the time the 'Chord' had re-entered her mind, it closed over.. perfectly. Every last drop of herself, every last bit of mental power focused on those sheilds, Ever growing solid walls, much like that of a jaw breaker. Sheilding her more delicate areas of her mind the most. The space between this sheilding perfected to be layers of thin ever changing mazes, and dead ends.. one after another.. and millions of layers. She slammed it up, so hard.. then there was a still. Then slowly, like a shock wave, rippling past the sheilds like they were water. Displacing them like shifting sand and gravel. Picking away parts, running though her like an earthquake. Layers shattered, as she spent everything to keep them up. Blinking, as a wave of backlash followed the potential wave.. and she blinked... that was only the ... preshock? Sure enough the real backlash was more ruthless.. her mind already half spent, and her body feeling the reprucutions. She noted a few of the telepaths had fallen, as the pain, like a nuclear bomb.. turned her sheilding into dust. Slowly, a light of sheer power.. filling her thoughts.. until she could not think. She would scream if her mind would let her body open it's mouth. She fell to her knees as her body refused to allow her muscle and nervous systems to function. Her heart stopped for a frightrening few seconds, and her mind ceased to function.. for the breifest of moments. After the wave passed, her mind managed to crawl out of it. She lost conciouness for only a milisecond.. now, finding herself painfully awake to feel the repercutions. Her muscles convulsed lightly.. her mind warped. Trying to manage the smallest of sheilds.. the last bit of effort to protect her mind. Many small tremmors quaked from the backlash.. her normal sheilding would have withstood those with incrediable ease. But now each were more painful than the last. Then.. an errie silence. Her ears ringing.. perhaps bleeding ever so slightly. Her eyes aching as she pressed them open. Choking on her own vomit, as she expeled the acids from her intestines. She trembled, as every pore of her screamed. Gasping at air, her hand wandering to her throat. Then finally turning her pain streaked and glazed over eyes to the rest of the telepathic party. INDIGO was much in the same state as she was. Jesse's mind yelping everything she thought.. and one.. she noted.. only one boy telepath, MINDMELT she did not know still managed a strained breathing pattern. She strained, to the point of the surroundings becomming fzzy and black. Draping her sheilds over the comatose child. Finally falling limply to her back. Utterly vunerable. She awaited until her breathing steadied, and she finally, forced her eyes open, and to remain that way. Her mind so sensitive, hearing everyone's thoughts. She placed a hand beneath her, slowly straggling up. Her hair was drenched with sweat, and her ears, trickled the mildest trail of swiftly drying blood. Tentive fingers degressed upwards trembling. Another small peice of wake shook her violently.. she glanced to the boy, who's body, only protected by the thinnest layer of sheilding... like a sheet draped over his to protect him from a violent blizzard. She looked over to INDIGO. Her lips having difficulty to function. She quitly, near inaudiably stammered. A whisper beneath the chaos, the meldment of sounds that drummed in her ears. Like deep ice picks peircing, then a thudding. ~*~ We.. have to get this boy away from here..

ALL:*shields down, the striketeam goes in... Chalyss and the others simply rift in, past the guards and weapons, and enter that way*

(Gild) Geoff Follows~LYTA~*He pulls her in the direction that Heath runs, seeing as he's following him. Waiting for the first GUARD to choose her as a target. That GUARD subsequently will be his as well.. He'd give her his other 9mm but he keeps that for emergencies.*

{Windrazor} *through all the commotion she doesn't see much, can barely tell who's on what side. She uses the winds that are moving around her to lift herself up, not much, only about 3 feet, but enough to give her a better vantage point, to see what she can do exctly, what she doesn't take note of is that this also makes her stand out more.*

(Rocky)*she watches as hundred pour through the rift, then after it closes looks around at te few remaining people. Her gaze focuces on LYTRA momentrily then agian starts to drif, only to be drawn back as she screams and staggers. Instantly ROCKY is at her side, her eyes scanning of injury*

AERIK}~*There are two Scapes… MindScape and ThoughtScape. The MindScape being that personal place all psionics hold for themselves, where -they- are gods. Their minds, their whims, their power limited, here, only by their imaginations, and providing they aren't blasted out of their reign by a stronger power. The ThoughtScape is neutral ground, that vast, unending realm of the astral plane. Nothing is impossible here, another dimension, one ruled strictly by the mind, and the abilities behind those minds. Its a ground for all kinds of mental travelers, alien, human, unnatural, natural. Most never meet each other, too vast in its scope and magnitude, and yet nothing at all. Only energy thrives here, and in that energy, perhaps the illusion of physical, though nothing physical exists. Made solely of thought, of creativity, of the lines that connect action to event and the ripple wake of time as it passes, but doesn't affect… unnamable, unconfineable, unable to be tethered or tapped into in any way save for those who are -here- and know how to manipulate it, it exists between the places of waking and dreaming, of solid and ethereal, grazing the fringes but part of neither and yet belonging to both. -This- is where Aerik is at home, his mind well versed in this plane, but the same could be said for Razorshred… for any telepath or mindwalker. Normally, aggression is left behind, this realm affecting emotions in odd ways. But when the feeling is strong enough, its not only kept, its intensified. And Aerik brought Shred to this place for a very good reason… the mind, here, is untouched by the drugs in the body, its cleansed, alert, sharp, unfogged. Force against force, wit against wit, skill against skill… Aerik has no real advantage, and Razorshred has nothing holding him back. Once Aerik allows Shred to wriggle free of the barbs, taking them back into himself, they square off, aeriform eyes meeting and latching to aeriform eyes, astral teeth bared in wickedly delighted grins. Its wholly black here, if the color can even be called that… there is no color, really, there is nothing, the two suspended in a kind of swirling energy pattern, ever shifting. Dark, perhaps.. maybe. Neither notice or care. Shred makes the first strike, whipping out with tendrils of thought.. and Aerik makes the first block, using the Scape itself to counter. And so it goes, strike and shield, counter and parry. Each telepath searing the other with pernicious intent. Distract, snake, coil, lash, surge, stab… on and on, what the two do here near impossible for a natural, non-psionic mind to grasp. But it places a mark on the Scape, tiny pinpricks here and there of damage, warping and rending, tearing and gouging… such powers were never meant to clash and especially not -here-… the psionic fallout alone will wreak havoc in the minds of millions, of whatever race they may be, and any ethereal traveler here will keenly feel the aftermath of this grueling duel for a long time to come, the battle imprinting itself, as heated as it is, on the very fabric of the dimension…*

BLACKDAGGER ) § He quickly efficently, finished off a hoard of RUNners before enountering WARPOLE. Blinking, and darkly smiling.. Nodding.. § Sir.. § AIming past POLE's head, letting a single blast of energy he released go from his fingertips. Blasting some poor Runner behind Pole into a bittersweet unconciousness. He smiled and winked.. The fighting persisted.. but he looked for a SINGLE one... -her- §

WIND:*its immediate.. swift and sudden as soon as she lifts... the downsweep of a winged being, four massive blue, razor-tipped wings sweep at her, the lower set pulling in as the creature draws up from her dive, and strikes for the soft face of Wind*

{MERSEA} *running down the hallway, he encounters two strangers, not recognizing them he instantly pumps them with lead, reloading his shotgun as he runs past their writhing forms*

Lyta) *suddenly her head begins to hurt and that part of her that senses other unnaturals seems to go dead, she stumbles a bit, then catches herself, still running with Gild, hardly aware that she is functioning as bait*

{Fury - Indigo's twin brother, linked mentally with her} ALL - - - *Carsen feels his sister go down, and having been linked with her, and not wanting to have given it up, even tho his sister had wanted him to, he feels the recoil of the mental lashout, the rending of the fabric of reality. With a cry of ultimut pain, he loses control of his powers and his mind, falling almost like a vegetable to the ground, the lightening he -was- using as a defense not peetering out, but almost gaining strength, unchecked. Along with mini-storms thruout the area....Hail in one sector of the field, snow in another, a down pour of torrential rains in yet a third, all happening at the same time. Tornadoes ripping thru the area along with animals they may have picked up from where they had come from*/////////////KELSIN *she lay there, convulsing on the ground, her mind all but blank, the only thing she is able to hold onto is the link with NICKY, since that part of her had been separated from the net. She cannot see, her eyes having been blinded, but she does feel what seem to be tears runnign down her face...although she cant place the warm feeling that she has in her ears...and as she tries to think about it, she realizes that she can't hear anything either. Not sure if that is from the battle being over, and she in a bed somewhere safe....or...something else that what little mind she had left shied away from*

{Windrazor} *she lets out a cry of startlement, not getting hit but it's enough that she drops back to the earth /hard/, a low moan escaping her lips. She hadn't been prepared for anything like that, and now realizes how dreadful a mistake that was.*

Lyta) Rocky;*she looks up at you as you come to her and continues running with Guild, blinking tears away at the pain, throwing you a forced smile to let you know she is alright*

{WARPOLE}~BLACK:*a small blink and Pole looks behind him, then glances at the youth again. A nod, the smile he wears hidden behind the mask, and a wave of his hand* Get outta here.. go play, boy.. *gruff, but friendly, Pole totally switching on cyber-senses and opeing infra-red* ////// GILD: *Its too bad NIGHTFLASH doesn't need to -see- to sense other unnaturals. An odd slant to the land outside, and the -feel- of something wrong there, even as she shuts off the other feelings. Well trained, as all GUARD are, she spies him... in her own way. And for her own reasons, doesn't -do- anything about it... even props open the nearest entrance, knocking the guard at his post out, and leaving GILD an easy way in, if he doesn't trip over the bodies*

{VENIN} Polar: *looks over a she hears her name called* shit! *she stops, turning to face you, her gun quickly raising to fire a shot, before she drop it at her feet..seh knows your powers..her mind races...why the hell didn't I charge up?..her nails furrow into the palm of her hand drawing up*

Random ) A random HUNTER appears, startled by ROCKY, AND LYTA, Smiling, glowing an errie red. he turns, about to unleash any random power he may have.. point blank at them both. His smile that of utter and total delight * Say bye... bye. * His fingers laced in eachother, his fingers pointed outward.. like his hands together were a gun.. aimed at them both.. *

Gild) been trying to trap him in some form or another.... He sees the open door. GUARD were never dumb enough to leave the door open. He hadn't seen any of his R.UN.er friends go through there either. Thoguh the opportunity is too good to pass up. He heads towards the door anyways. Flanked by both LYTA and ROCKY.*

Lyta) Random;*she speeds up and charges right at you, her hands full of poison*

{Molten} *Oksana writhes in pain, watching almost in unbelief as she sees her skin begin to shrink, colapsing in on itself. With a mind numbing pain, she realizes that she doesnt have much time before this bastard gets more creative with his abilities. With almost a fear she can taste, she calls up her powers, erupting a geiser of Magma from underneath him, hearing the rumble and watching in pour out from the ground, swallowing the man whole, incinerating him before he even knew what had happened. She withdrew the fountain, and noticed him non-existant. She spit on the burning rock and rubble, listening to it sizzle* Dosvedonya, HUNTER scum!

{Entropy}- +|a figure so unsuspecting walked right past Entropy and he didn't grin nor flynched and just stepped right out behind the figure releasing a powerful taser which sunk into the man's leg as if it were a soft peach stunning him in fact paralyzing him just long enough for the man dressed in the black robe to lean over him and place his hand to his forehead. If one was to look into his eyes they could clearly see the regret that registered their..his voice a soft apologetic whisper as one hand wrapped around the back of his neck to cause the spinal cord to decay so that there may be no pain..no movemnet..he was merciful if he could be..for the teachings of Buddha made him hate to see others suffer..and the other hand was placed along his check..the decay began to spread as the man's body turned to a awful stench the venom like touch worked quick and easily as all life signs from the figure soon faded as he stood and wandered slowly about the field searching for more oncoming prey|+ I am truly sorry friend.

Guild)*And that being the first GUARD that targets the two following him, he draws a red beam on his head impossibly quick. Pulling the trigger and causeing the red beam to disappear as he lets go before most would even know what happened. The bullet hurtling towards the mans brainpan. He was here to play for keeps.*