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The stream of heat would do next to nothing to Bas's flight path but alert him that his target had moved, his forward momentum would see to that. However, his mission had been updated, so the mechanoid didn't bother changing course.

Instead, the impromty ballistic missle locked onto Xol. Unless the man moved, blocked, or whatever Basaran would slam into him at (almost) Mach 3 and likely blow them both through the wall Xol was currently standing next to.

The sonic booms he could do nothing about, when he had began this attack their had been no friendlies inside the mansion, he only hoped Sairys was durable enough not to be too damaged by the shockwaves.

Speaking of which, those shockwaves would perform a double tap on the room just inside the mansion’s main door..Massive air air current disrupted by something breaking the sound barrier would shatter thewalls surrounding the door and generally act like a sonic bomb being set off.

[Tag XOL and Sairys]

*Kaiori steps slowly in the dark, sliding one foot after the other. She can hear a ruckus but not much else. Her eyes study the darkness, she wants to call out. This is D’s home, but who knows what else is here. Her trigger finger trembles with stress, her breathe becomes slow and silent. The leather is beginning to heat up under the warmth of her skin.*

Sai glanced around, she wasn't prepared to to be in a fight this Big, so quickly. She had to think. her gunalet fizzled and hummed as sparks of Blue and white electrical streams squirmed, as the guanlet, enforced the shiled enough that it stopped anything that came to Sai. Sai was able now to stand properly and observe her surroundings.

The armor weaving through and flowing over Tacs' skin continued, enveloping their heads and sealing around the eyes to form pools of energy within with a tactical display would soon be generated. Battle data began streaming to him at a speed that superceded his point in the timeline, the scans detecting things moments before they occured and relaying them to him to then be examined and acted upon. These few moments would largely get lost in translation and decryption time, giving it little use as a sort of precognition. Gave a damn good overview of the battlefield though.

Between the scans and the enhanced senses of Tacitus, only further augmented by his currently increased speed, the boy was not hard to keep up with. His purpose, however, was not known and until he made a direct assault on any of the four he would be largely ignored. Each of the four began closing on jezebel, darting through the skies towards her with a zig-zag in their movements that caused them to leap from one location to the next in a random chance progression. The first to get in close would be the injured one in tattered clothing, aiming to throw the entire force behind his accellerated body at the shield. However, the force behind the impact would be much greater than what would be otherwise expected. The kinetic energy building within him moments before impact would skyrocket, compressing all the kinetic force of the last few feet that would normally occur over many attempts of the same action into a single attempt. In essense he would be hitting her as not one man in heavy armor moving at supersonic* speeds, but somewhere in the range of twenty men as such.

*((There has been no sonic boom because he's not actually moving that fast, the air just around him acclimating to his speed by proximity such that air resistance becomes negligable. Makes a damn lot of turbulence though. He's basically just running at what would seem to him to be his normal speed but the time dialation is kicing his relative speed up a few notches.))

It was rather unfortunate for the leading Tac that he had hit Jezebel, but infinitely beneficial to the rest. Though his armor eliminated the chance of going splat due to it's unique construction he seemed to vanish completely when the arcane generator detonated. Whether this was based on his existence as a Temporal Eidolon or an instant recall (activated as a technological effect) by the Genesis Sphere is unknown. The others, noticing not only the elimination of the first but the nature of the detonation from streaming battle data, enacted a tactical retreat. Each of them moved back in a straight line, leaping from point to point so as to leave their visage in their place as they almost literally leaped backwards in both time and space.

When streaming data indicated the expanding blast had ceased they too halted their momentary retreat. Their armor was flowing down their legs now, but as the injured Tacitus reappeared behind them his armor seemed to be in pristine condition. The odd thing, however, was the lack of blood and complete lack of clothing, lending to the idea that perhaps it was not the same Tacitus that had been extracted. Where they each had been over the lake the rosepetals remained, unaffected by the antimagic effect. Perhaps they were, specifically, not magical in nature and simply eddies in the temporal flow. They made no offensive movements, reworking battle strategies and analyzing battle data as it came in.

Where had the flying boy gone?

Focht came to realize something that he had been fighting all along. He didn't want Sai to leave before he had a chance to talk to her. Manipulating the air around her and creating a wall of air that carved its way into the ground under her feet, he used it to began to lift her up to his level, the ground insultating his wall of air from the shield she had in place. Any indication she didn't want to talk to him and he would set the ground beneath her feet back in its place. There was one good thing about being on top of the Mansion, no one seemed to be around to bother him. This was probably a good thing, especially with the mood he was currently in.

Unfortunately for the small boy, he wasn't quite designed for getting shot at, nor was he designed for wielding the blade in his small hands. He was of course fierce by any and all standards, but this was a bit much. A reflex complimented by his uncanny speed brought the blade up across his form, the wide blade reflecting one of the bullets. He moved in a blur towards the mansion to seek safety there, white blood spraying from his left arm as it was hit.

The smell of ozone and the crackle of electricity matched the spilling of the boy's blood, leaving it sizzling upon the ground even as another shot was fired at the same one as before. Single-handedly this time, the aim of the boy wasn't assured.

The blade was after all, standing only about a foot beneath him in length/height.