The Black Sand Bar:

[Dragosani Kain]

Disappointment fell over the hunched creature positioned a couple hundred yards from the excitement, he held his chin with a ginger brush of his finger across lips. A sense of sedentary living writhed at the forefront of possible conclusions, why else would a man of conflict pursue actions that would steal the heat of a fight? Damon had grown soft. A faint orange glow bloomed across Kain's features, drawn eyes fell over the scene but were too far focused inward to follow the happenings at the construction site.

He shifted his weight trying to reorient himself, it may have a been a slight on himself as he brushed a heel against the leg of an unfortunate local/milita/terrorist, he couldn't discern it by a matter of disinterest. The Devil drew again on his cigarette, straightening himself and releasing his chin to toss away the pale leg from his area.

"Oh...," he feigned surprise in that irritated grunt, one couldn't get too excited about a stream of blood flowing towards them. Kain pushed a mound of sand to dam up the revenging life-water that seemed like it was determined to stain his shoes, sore losers those dead people.

He breathed in more of his cig, quickly expelling it to the wind before rubbing his face and rising to stand. The leather of his jacket snapped at the curt tug, setting it in place for a proper fit. Maybe all Damon needed was a good murderin'.

[Kazyan]

Shouldn't be a problem.

"Should" was a funny word.

The front merc's head half-exploded and he crumpled to the ground, followed by the one just to his left suddenly crouching down, bleeding profusely from a bullet to the chest. The psychic's eyes flicked towards them, and then towards the sources of the followup gunfire. Okay, new plan.

<<Behind the car,>> she instructed. The group fled to take cover behind it, not really needing her advice. The psychic did not sot walk, but her feet hovered about six inches off the ground as she whisked herself of her own accord around the vehicle.

Only two of her squad was left--the crouching victim had been mowed down by the gunshots from the foundation, but behind the car, the group was relatively safe. She landed.

<<Suppressing fire at the building,>> she spoke into the mind of one of them, and then told the other what to do: <<Shoot at the snipers, on the roof.>> Some grunts, but the goons nodded. Meanwhile, the guns dropped by the dead mercs skittered across the ground, under the gap between car's front and back tires, and through to the remainder of the group.

Within seconds, one of the remaining mercs was delivering bullets to the foundation, holding a position under the car. The other one peeked his head out behind the vans back doors and started shooting in the general direction of the snipers.

Meanwhile, the psychic moves to the other end of the car, and peered out so that she had a line of sight to one of the snipers. She didn't need line of sight to know exactly where they were--mindsight took care of that--but she needed open air between herself and the target.

The psychic pressed two fingers to her temple and focused her will. A javelin-like bolt of pale green energy rocketed forward from her forehead, with a sound like a cross between hiss and a flicker, aimed for one of the snipers. The psychokinetic comet could shatter concrete--it lost some effectiveness at this distance, but not all that much.

[Truest Valor]

Two down, three to go.

Damon ducked down underneath a window, and used his foot to kick open the door to the office so that he could look out towards the construction sites foundation. There he saw two of his men laying flat underneath the construction skeleton on a dirt hill, their weapons peeking out and aimed in the direction of the terrorists. Damon had already planned the entire thing out in his mind and thrown it together on the spot, and things were coming together nicely.

Damon buzzed his communicator to get their attention, and when they looked at him he waved them into action. Immediately the two soldiers pushed up and slid down to the concrete foundation and started making their way around. The plan was to keep the fire concentrated on the building as his soldiers circled around and took the enemy by surprise.

He was starting to think that he wouldn't lose a man, before his communicator buzzed in his ear. The soldier on the other end told him in a calm, rapid voice that one of his men had been struck by a thin beam of green energy and his gun and right hand had been completely blown apart. Damon didn't flinch, instead cutting communication and grabbing a flash-bang from the tactical belt he was wearing. Damon pulled the pin and tossed it over his head and through the window with enough force that it should land near the van.

Damon didn't know that he would be dealing with another power user, and was hoping that they needed concentration to use their powers. Since most people do. He intended for the bright flash and deafening explosion to temporarily suppress them. This would leave his soldiers enough time to come up behind them and open fire, hopefully ending this whole thing in a single fell swoop.

[Dragosani Kain]

The echoes of conflict bounced over the landscape to eager ears, the concussive ebb of flashbangs, explosive weapons fire, all were rang like music to the Devil. The cigarette's subtle burning amidst the violence pulsed through Kain's body, he raised his hands at the construction site feeling the emotion of battle. A serenade that prompted rhythmic gestures, his arms swaying to and fro with the unique masterpiece that any act of aggression held. A fight was never the same, it always held a distinct flavour that could be imitated but never replicated.

Energy grew with the supernatural actions, charging the air with harmony. Kain began to hum along with the clatter, filling in the gaps with imagined beats. This was merely a stanza ahead of him and the thought of its crescendo held his attention and anticipation.

[Kazyan]

The psychic ducked back behind the car and focused her attention on the minds within her telepathy radius. All the relevant ones were still there. She thought about what to do next. Two enemies in the foundation, and two on the roof. She'd hit her target dead on. Probably take out the second sniper on the roof.

The minds at the foundation were moving. <<To your right; they're moving outside the foundation.>> The goon swung his gun and continued fire in their direction, two bullets piercing a front tire of the van during the arc. The other merc continued firing on the sniper. The psychic hustled over to the other side of the van, peeked her head out, and tapped her temple long enough to fire another psychokinetic bolt--

"GRENADE!" the standing merc shouted, ear-ringingly close to her head. She heard a clink, and saw something clattering across the ground. The woman extended an arm towards it, and it started to fling back in the direction it came from. However, they'd noticed it too late, and it exploded a fair distance from them--the explosion wouldn't affect them behind the car, but the blinding light seared their eyes.

The psychic took a few steps back, eyelids shut and hands shielding her eyes. She didn't have much time to think and try to clear her vision before noticing--on her unaffected and still very active mindsight--that the two lower enemies were coming in from behind. The woman crouched and focused, pushing through the distraction of burning eyes to fire a third telekinetic comet at one of the nearby enemy minds.

Meanwhile, the two goons more or less fumbled aimlessly, having no supernatural senses to figure out where they should be pointing their guns.

[BaconBunch]

[[ awww yeah. ]]

[Truest Valor]

Roof

The snipers had played their part, so the uninjured one now attended to his wounded comrade. It'd not take him long to wrap his friends arm and tie it to stem the flow of blood. There wasn't much you could do in during a battle, and he had to be ready to back up his friends and commander on the ground.

On the ground, the two mercenaries, unaffected by the flashbang due to their gear, followed up by rushing the terrorists. They aimed their assault rifles on the terrorists and attempted to fire a single burst each to bring them down.

Only one of the mercenaries managed to get his shots off, the other was struck in the chest and sent flying across the road in a shower of green and white sparks. His condition wasn't immediately known to his allies, but he had been knocked totally unconscious.

The only thing that had saved his life was his body-armor. Damon spent top-dollar to make sure his men survived their missions, otherwise he had just wasted money training them.

Relying on training and instinct, (assuming he had killed the terrorist he was shooting at) would turn his rifle on the other man and try to get off a shot at his mid-section. Nothing that would be immediately lethal unfortunately - just a rapid aim and fire to bring the fight to a stop right there.

Damon, not being one to just sit around, stood up and quickly got out of the office and headed towards the van. His body began to glow with a faint blue outline, and he focused his telekinetic energy down the length of his arm and through the palm of his hand - generating a blast of raw force to knock the van over on top of his enemies.

[Kazyan]

The goon that had taken cover under the car would be relatively safe due to his amount of cover; the angle wasn't right for shots to get to him without luck or good aim. The other was not so fortunate; the burst of bullets would take him out. The remaining conscious enemy could shoot at the remaining merc, but it wouldn't do him much good unless he could angle his shots right to account for what was basically a weak bunker--the gap between the car and the ground.

The psychic noticed the enemy mind falling back and downwards, and not as if they'd dived out of the way. A good sign. She took a few more steps outside of the cover, to make sure it wasn't blocking her line to the remaining target. Unaware of the other psion nearby, she figured that finishing these two soldiers approaching would let the group fall back behind the car and make plans to deal with the snipers. The psychic fired off a fourth comet at the enemy. Mental fatigue was still far off, but not having to do this constantly would be welcome.

A chaotic rumble emerged from where she last heard the car to be, and something thumped one of her arms--positioned ready for movement to her sides--bruising it hard and sending her a bit off balanced. Reflexively, she hovered a few inches above the ground to get stability and landed again.

See, after moving, she had no longer been quite co-linear with the other psion and the car. When the car flipped, the front bumper smacked her arm as it overturned, but did her no serious harm. The downside was that the goon taking cover under there was now entirely exposed, still prone, and still blind.

The psychic thought she could see vague outlines of shapes again.

[Truest Valor]

The merc pointed his gun downwards, but before he could get off another burst the van was suddenly hit by an enormous force. Metal crunched inwards and glass shattered as the vehicle was knocked onto its side. To avoid being crushed under the van the mercenary jumped back, landing squarely on his a**.

Damon on the other hand lowered his hand and began to slowly approach the psychic and the completely exposed soldier. His body still glowed faintly with a light blue aura. The aura was literally the physical presence of his gathered psychic energy. Damon didn't like his power being showed off like this, but this was the side-effect his new method of psychic combat.

[Kazyan]

The psychic woman shook her head again, and trying to clear her vision. The shape outlines were becoming clearer. She could see one of her goons on the ground as a shape surrounding his mind, and a protrusion she identified as his gun. She extended an arm towards it and took telekinetic control--within a few seconds, the gun had leaped out of the still-stunned man's hand, raising into the air. She pointed it at the remaining enemy mind and mentally held down the trigger. Not terribly accurate on account on not having a great sense of where the item was, but still, bullets.

Still unaware of Damon, she figured this would end the current situation. The psychic could tell the van had been moved, somehow, probably by a grenade.

Meanwhile, the last goon groped around for the gun that had exited his hands, then shuffled to his feet. He couldn't see much either, but he heard and felt the car tipping over and not being his precious cover anymore. He had to get behind something, provided he could figure out what direction "behind" was right now.

[Dragosani Kain]

Kain lowered to a knee, his right hand pumping; invigorated. The cigarette flew to the air in a flick of the wrist, turning in a wash of flame before quickly snuffing out. Energy was gathering around him, a thrill, rage, joy; sensual; unable to determine individual emotion. It was unfocused and to retain a measure of anonymity, it was too soon and not his fight to interrupt, these combatants held passion for their causes that deserved seeing through.

However, unfocused and idled energy has to be released. Kain's attention became erratic seeking something to hold on to, his arms sweeping wide to fall once again to the corpse. Curiosity formed across the the Devil's face.

"HA!....hahahahahaha...ahhh, " Could be fun

[Truest Valor]

Kazyan

The mercenary crouched down, following the movement the rifle from the downed terrorist to the hands of the woman. He took aim and attempted to squeeze off a round, but was sprayed by bullets and downed in less than a second. Blood spurted from his shoulder and collarbone as he landed on his back. In a panic he started kicking his heels along the pavement to push himself back and towards a nearby ditch. The mercenary didn't know if he'd make it, but he was sure as hell going to give it a shot! At least he'd be earning his hazard pay now.

Meanwhile, Damon quickly and cautiously approached the turned over van. He made sure to project a field of force around his body so that he could deflect or divert incoming gunfire. As he reached the van, Damon noticed that one of the mercenaries was standing unarmed and out in the open. Before he could get his composure, Damon held out his right hand and projected his telekinetic energy around the terrorists neck. He used a "twisting" horizontal force to try and snap the mans neck right there on the spot.

Assuming he snapped that mans neck, he'd attempt to come up behind the other psychic and strike her in the spine with a blast of telekinetic force.

[Maneth Turlik]

A wisp of dusty sand curled and mingled along the gentle breeze flowing off the ocean, each step this new arrival took mimicked the event along a path towards destruction. Years passed by for him without incident, save for a couple altercations that weren't nearly as threatening as the dangers he would face at the Black Sands Bar. Not a native to the area, familiar, or otherwise a regular visitor, he knew of this place by reputation alone. An area, it could be said, "Plagued", by 'Evil' or variant factions therein related. Regardless of the potential for harm, the would-be Hunter moved towards the construction yard.

His jaw tightened, grinding teeth and causing a dry squeaking reverberation in his head, the feeling sent a shiver down his spine. What am I even doing here? A question he kept asking since he left the southern isles, a great distance away and a trial in itself to reach this point without utilising public roads. It was always a test, he figured, somehow, this was a way to strengthen his resolve. A life of luxury softened minds and will, nothing about life was truly experienced except by way of books; those forms of escape were all he had to go on before setting out to find his own place in this world. Gaia is a cruel mistress to tempt when not prepared to be spurned or exploited lest ye be prepared, Maneth believed himself ready to take on any challenge. His mistake.

Gunfire. Why do you even care what's going on, you're just going in to get yourself killed. There's no purpose in fighting someone else's battle, you don't even know the context---

"...only going to look, " eagerness to fight has always been the folly of youth, especially to those who've dwelled on wars that have been sesationalised.

[Kazyan]

CRACK

And that was the end of the woman's last ally here. She paid closer attention to the retreat of the last enemy mercenary, keeping the gun aimed at him. Staring over at the fuzzy shape surrounding the enemy's mind, she did her best to control the weapon.

But something was wrong. After all this combat, she saw another...humanoid figure, barely discernible with her dazzled eyes. After a few more gunshots, she telekinetically tossed the weapon aside, freeing up her attention to look at the shape with no visible mind.

It was moving, with clear intent to do something or other, but she didn't see anything inside.

It tried to get behind her. A transient tap of of energy lifted her weight, sot hat she could spin around gracefully on one foot to keep looking at the shape. Now, she could start making out colors and features, but that didn't seem as important to her as the sudden slam of force into her torso. With the lifting telekinesis already on her body, she was thrown back about eight feet, with sharp pains in her chest and stomach, stopping her movement over a sidewalk next to a stop sign.

To divert her focus away from the pain, she focused her returning vision on the new threat.

<< Why can't I find your mind? >> she sent a message to the entity, though she figured that if an ability that depended on her telepathy to 'see' didn't work, then the telepathy itself wouldn't either. At the same time, she prepared to telekinetically intercept...well, things and stuff. The force that knocked her back came out of nowhere, as far as she could tell.

[Truest Valor]

Kazyan

Dragosani Kain

Damon got the telepathic message crystal clear, he just didn't bother to respond. The reason she wasn't able to sense the power of his mind is because he kept it hidden behind a wall, which felt as though one were looking into an infinite void. This was a way to prevent other entities from sensing the enormous psionic power residing within him.

His expression was vacant and his eyes glowing with a silvery ghostly light. Clearly he wasn't in a very chatting mood. Stopping in his tracks, Damon turned his attention to the van that he had knocked over. He stepped off to his right and got behind it, then held a hand out over it and made a strong back-to-front swooping motion with his arm. In tandem with the motion, the van and a large chunk of earth were "scooped" through the air and right towards the other psychic.

Perhaps she could counter direct telekinetic attacks, but what about several tons of metal and hard earth? Damon rarely displayed a lot of his power, and meant this as both an attack and as a way to show her just what she was up against.

Meanwhile, the mercenary on the roof picked up another vital sign on his visors scanner. It seemed as though two more people were lingering around the construction site just out of the way of the battle. Spectators probably, but the mercenary pulled his rifle up and readied himself just in case.