[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ktlhhm5.png[/img][/center] What…what the hell? Offensive Support was certainly doing work on an individual basis, decimating even more canines, but as Brent watched from a safe distance, his Overclock on the scope finally dissipating, all the arbiter could see was his teammates getting into each other’s ways constantly. Hazel getting knocked out of the sky by Angelic’s scream, Emma’s tulpa getting swatted by Grant’s chunks of dirt, Siena basically… [color=B0C4DE] “SHIT.”[/color] The scope locked back onto the desert eagle, Brent ensuring the safety was switched off as he held the hand cannon in both hands. Amethyst eyes aligned with the scope as silver veins traced down his arms into the weapon, reassembling the weapon into something that gleamed white, neon purple lines tracing down the side. ‘N0 NAME’ was engraved on the side of the barrel, and looking down through the scope, Brent centered the red dot of the scope onto the clockwork canine that was much too close to mauling her. The bullet would definitely land where the red dot was, but he didn’t have a good enough angle. It’d end up punching through its head and shooting Siena as well, and he couldn’t risk that. His finger pressed against the side of the warm gun, flesh white as breath hissed between clenched teeth. He couldn’t do anything to giant centipedes or fast moving canines or spiders, but at the very least… A chorus of shouts drove the clockwork canine back, Angelic’s sonic blasts being more than enough to knock the mangled dog away, and as it laid there, Brent aligned the targeting display and fired. With nary a sound, a purple beam crossed a distance of 200 meters in less than a second, aimed to pierce through the skull of the clockwork monster. It may have been overkill, but ensuring things were dead was his job. Immediately afterwards, he lowered his gun and brought out the phone once more, scanning over the rapidly developing battlefield. The spiders had finally launched their attack, a skywards net-dropping maneuver that prompted Hazel to pull everyone else close to her while another one of her ‘hands’ formed a roof. Emma was once again pulling out her squad of monsters, issuing orders. Grant seemed to have given up on all smart thinking and just continued on with tossing chunks of dirt, but if nothing else, it was working. They would be fine. They would be fine? Even Experimental Unit A wasn’t fine. After all, now that they were all grouped up, wasn’t it an ideal scenario for the centipedes? [color=B0C4DE]“Hazel!” [/color]Brent shouted into the phone, [color=B0C4DE]“Lift everyone up! The centipedes are going to surround and crush you!”[/color] The x-mark’s anti-matter ability was powerful, but considering how a sonic blast was enough to destabilize it, how much protective power would it provide against those massive metal worms, constructed from the magic of a subnatural that was singlehandedly taking on all of them? Should he go for another Overclock? Try to increase destructive force this time? He suppressed that urge. If Hazel could react in time, if Emma could slow down the horde in time, they would still be fine. The rumbling of the giant clockworks could be heard coming closer, alongside Gregory’s warning, but at five stories up, behind a grill, Brent remained where he was. He needed to calm down. He already fumbled with his directions to Gregory. He may have just wasted a bullet and made himself known to the enemy. His directions, his orders, may not even be making full use of Hazel’s own offensive potential, as he was more or less relegating an x-mark to a supportive task. Brent let out a breath. He [i]calmed down.[/i] [color=B0C4DE]“Copy that, Grego. Siena, are you alright?”[/color] [hider=Cliffnotes] Desert Eagle + Scope: 2ish minutes First - Accuracy Remaining in position. [/hider]