[b]Phantom, Now Pissed Off[/b]

Well, it was clear that Pariah had lied to their faces: cracked bones was supposed to be the worst that was likely to happen--and he'd even mentioned no permanent injuries--but at this point it looked like the so-called 'heroes' training them had completely taken leave of their senses and were happily using enough force to cripple and maim, whilst making no attempt to avoid potentially disfiguring the new recruits. For instance, creating so much fire that you wouldn't be able to tell whether the person you were torching was still alive, or just covered in horrific third-degree burns and worse.

Fortunately, with Strix's assistance she was back to being undetectable, and the shield was down, with only a single man between them and rescuing the hostages. Easily enough, she was able to quickly make her way over to where the man stood primed to press the detonator--and she struck. It didn't need to be all that incapacitating, but she was sick of trying to show more consideration than their trainers did, if this man was even [i]real[/i]. First pressure on his wrist, then immense pain; without being able to see her there wasn't all that much that could be done to avoid having his wrist broken. Extremely painful, especially when followed by a knee to the groin.

This would mean dropping the detonator, which Phantom admittedly [i]could[/i] have kicked away or something. But this exercise was getting increasingly dangerous and whatever worth it had was exhausted. So instead it quite clearly floated in the air as she picked it up. Time to end this.

"Hey, Pariah? Fuck you."

Rachel pushed the button.