Kora pressed her back against the weather-beaten brickwork and listened intently to the sounds of her assailants. 

Now this was just getting unsporting. 

And even if she hadn't been doing he best to follow any conversation, she'd still not be too keen to go rushing into an area where two enemies had guns. Even though, if the one behind the counter was Ingram, one couldn't see her. 
"[color=ed1c24]ORIN. Think I've located both targets. Can you get me a confirm and some data on the third hostile?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Get me visual and I can tell you whatever you need to know. Just try not to get shot.[/color]" was the response. 


Kora had no intention of getting shot. 

Unfortunately her options became a lot more limited when the wall behind her was suddenly hit by a wrecking ball. 

Or at the very least it felt like one when she was pitched forward into the dirt by the force. 

Kora rolled with the hit and was able to scramble herself up to face the attacker. A few bruises and a bleeding lip, nothing major.  In hindsight, probably should have seen that coming. 

[color=0072bc]"Confirmed. It's Lazos. Ingram won't be far."[/color]

As ORIN spoke to affirm her claim, Kora scanned the surroundings. One close range. Two long range. It was far from a fair fight.

[color=ed1c24]"Three on one? See it didn't take you two long to get into the ashland mentality."[/color] Kora growled through gritted teeth as she planted her feet firmly into the dusty ground, placing one against a sizeable crack in the old sidewalk so it could not slide back. 

What she was about to do had one hell of a kickback. 
[color=ed1c24]"Guess I'm going to have to get serious.[/color]"

For a moment the woman splayed her fingers, and around her hands red, glowing particles began to swirl and crowd together. 

Then:  

[b]BOOM[/b]

She threw her arms up before her and a wave of heat and force burst out of her like a bomb had exploded from the knight's outstretched hands. A wave of superheated air rocketed across the ruined building, tearing up the floor coating, flinging the remains of furniture and tearing fixtures from the walls.  The water from the sprinklers was no match for the heat at close range, evaporating into steam as the wave it, filling the air with a thick, hot fog. 

The force hit the walls, cracking the brickwork and tearing off the paint. What little glass was left in the windows burst out forcefully in all directions. 

Kora stood at the epicentre of this chaos, the ground around her scorched black, and bits of her glove's heat-resistant fabric smouldering faintly in the dusty air. 

Well, back to the drawing board on the gloves.