[b]Hazel Baker[/b][hr]

It bothers her.

Even through the drug's haze and the suppression of the collar, Hazel did not feel comfortable staying out in an open field. Regardless of the others also being there, regardless of their plans, and regardless of how they feel. Even with two long ranged people supporting them, they would be swarmed almost immediately; she did not trust in any of them or their abilities to be able to rely solely on those to survive.

Nevertheless, she was ordered to go first to her appointed location. There she could decide if she needed to leave those people and take cover somewhere else. 

Hazel once again checked her armor, looking for any spots she might have missed while applying the wishalloy. It would seem she had only enough to coat the surface of her armor and the exposed part of her clothing, with nothing left for her helm. The material, if she recalled correctly, was made of the same thing as the cuffs on her ankles, and thus should be resistant to her own ability. However, the rest of her uncoated items remained vulnerable. The earplugs, the whistle she had bought just in case, the odd rectangular thing they handed out to her would disappear immediately should she be careless with her ability. The baton and such weren't that useful for her to bring, nor did she know enough about guns to want any of them.

She took in a deep breath before exhaling.

The part of the town she was going through seemed to be empty, with destroyed building and rubble everywhere. There were dead bodies here and there as well, though those weren't as important to her as the previous fact.

As soon as Hazel and the others arrived at the location, she would look towards the north west, noticing the pile of rubble lying around there. Nodding to herself, she put on her earplugs, before heading over there to stand beside it, looking over both the rubble and the enemy in the distance. The other team that was there first was not of her concern; they had their orders, she had hers.

Her ability could reach only as far as 15 metres for now, though combined with the explosion, that would only stretch as far as 35 metres. An exceedingly weak attack at that range, considering how explosions worked as well as being as likely to injure her as it was any target, seeing as she would be at least 5 metres in its radius. But, if she had this right, she might have a way to extend her range further.

It was from her life before, in that stark white room alone. With no real way to amuse herself, she had taken to doing many things. Jumping from tile to tile in different patterns, trying to stand on her head, walking on her hands and the likes. One of the things she did was playing with a piece of paper that was left in her room. It was fun seeing it flutter every time she slapped her hands on the floor.

The world shimmered around her, as she focused on her form, materializing large projections of purplish arms in the air. The form on the gloves was perfectly recreated on those projection. With those huge hands feeling like they were moving through molasses, she folded one hand on another, making a sort of a tent with the fingers of one hand extended horizontally out. With a push she disintegrated some of the ground around a pile of rubble, covering the pile with her projected hands with the opening aimed in the general direction of those creatures, before activating her most recently acquired ability.

Like a cannon, the space inside her tented hands exploded spectacularly, throwing out a lot of purplish smoke as well as a shockwave, kicking up dust around her. Even a small explosion can propel a bullet to tremendous speed, but an explosion normally 20 metres in diameter focused in that small space? It was akin to a huge bombard cannon, or even a ship mounted gun going off. However, since she wasn't exploding anything like a bullet, the rubble inside acted more like the pellets in a shotgun shell, large pieces flew everywhere in a cone, spraying the area in front of her with high velocity heavy projectiles.