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That wasn't working. And with how they were moving, Isaac was afraid of hitting Ty.
Well, crap. They were too armored to just shoot to pieces (that was a first). And Ty would be hurt if Isaac didn't do what was expected of him, and do it soon.
His arms dropped as he drew his silver swords. He was trained for this; he could do it. Ty was counting on him. Isaac ran forward, taking advantage of the suits' lack of balance to get close. Then, he fired up his REF, using it to perhaps weaken the suits as he slashed for their joints and weak points. Silver would seriously mess them up once it broke through.

The mage brought his arm up, attempting to armor his limb with a sheet of blood, but Ty's claw slashed in before he could. He cursed as he dropped backwards, slowly standing before Ty's other claw took out his knee, dropping the blood mage to the floor again.

Isaac stabbed his sword's point into every vulnerable-looking spot he could find, to little result, but the strength-boosting augmentations that triggered his REF caused the force to tip the first power armor over, largely because both suits were paralyzed with the Reality Enforcement Field shutting their power boosting mechanisms - and, indeed, their power sources - off.

Joe and Siber each consume 1 AP.

Cassandra was finally regaining her feet and finishing reloading; for some reason, her hands were shaking. It hadn't been this way when she'd been helping the Coven hunt down the Shadowman... what the hell was this? She was completely out of control. This was getting worse again.

Finally, though, she'd pulled herself together enough to kneel and steady her rifle before firing at the Blood Mage in order to support Ty as he'd requested earlier.

The blood mage promptly threw a flat wall of his own blood into the way, then created a spike of the blood of the injured light guard, shooting it at Ty's back. Before it could hit, it collapsed as Cassandra's bullets hit the mage from the side, putting several holes in his lower torso.

The Cypher Rifle did better than the slug throwers, but not by much. The force, however, managed to knock that power armor over.

It became even more obvious that she hadn't been thinking when the ice needles shattered against the armor. On the other hand, the blood mage was very dead.

Ty hadn't even noticed the blood behind him, and only turned when it splashed with an uncomfortable noise onto the ground. He immediately went back to the blood mage and bent over him with a predatory grin, sniffing his corpse once before standing again. No matter that he hadn't actually taken the kill. The prey was dead. And that was what mattered.
He shuddered in place, a thrilled look on his face, then adopted a more human grin and sauntered over to the power suits. The briefly animal aspect had left him. "Get someone to shoot the neck joints, I guess."
He checked himself for blood, his movements reminding him off the light slashes in his back. Those would need to be taken care of before they ran into any more blood mages. "Is there a healer here? I'm not hurt badly, but I'm currently providing ammo for any blood mages in the area."

"Their rune-based defenses are down, the joints should be weak now," Carlyle point out, drawing a survival knife and pressing it to the neck of the other one, then shoving. "I can't do healing, can anyone else here?"