[h2][right]Guilt //[/right][/h2]
[@Old Amsterdam][@Flamelord][@Mercenary Lord]

So it seemed that brute force would not solve this situation. Her attack was met with the stranger's own force. Unlike her opponent Guilt was unable to directly control the fire tornado, she could only guide it's path. As such, when the stranger pushed back directly, there was little she could do but yield. In truth such an attack was extremely weak against a telekinetic opponent, but she had never intended to attack him with this directly. It's flashiness had been equal parts setup and distraction.

But before Guilt was able to enact the later stages of her plan, the stranger counterattacked. Showing surprising cool under fire, he ripped off Guilt's mask with a gesture. Suddenly this vital part of her was destroyed, and her breath caught in her throat. Damn. She'd hoped he'd be too occupied with her attack to counter. She cursed herself as she was launched into a nearby building by a telekinetic assault. Only her quick reflexes saved her as she removed the wall before she hit it, before teleporting away into the sky. By reorienting herself and counterbalancing her momentum with the pull of gravity she was able to negate the force, slowing herself down to an acceptable velocity before reappearing on the ground. This time she appeared without light or sound, at the opposite end of the street from where she had been before. 

Raw, unfiltered air burned her lungs. Without her mask, this air was poison to her. She was able to replace it with relative ease, but even the few gasping breaths she had been forced to take had burned her. It was an aching pain, as if her internal organs had been set on fire, and Guilt knew she couldn't take much more of that. She had another 3 or so spare masks in Void, but she lacked the precision to simply teleport them onto her head. She needed to actually manually put them on. And she had no way of blocking that attack.

How had he known about her weakness? Was he a member of..... 'them'? The group that was hunting her down even now? They hadn't dared enter Epic City before, but that didn't mean they never could. But no, this guy hadn't given two shits about her. He was here for some other reason. She was just a roadblock, something that got in the way. So how could he have that information? He had mentioned an ally before, could it be he was supported by a telepath? If so, then she was at a serious disadvantage here. Regardless of the reason, she had underestimated this opponent, and paid the price. This could not happen again.

If she could not avoid his attack, she would need to stop him from attacking in the first place. Without light or sound, a large black curtain would appear above and around the pair of combatants. The cloth was woven from special materials, designed to withstand up to 10 tons of pressure. Similarly, large weights had been placed at the corners and anchored to the ground. It had no hope of containing him for long, but it would occupy him for a moment at least. His telekinesis, it suffered from the same weaknesses as her power. Without line of sight, there was nothing he could do to her. She had yet to meet a telekinetic who could manipulate unseen objects. And, of course, while his ability could be used to block any physical attack.... his resistance to energy was no greater than a human's. A gesture would surround him and the cloth with a thick layer of high-powered fuel. With the heat and flames caused by her previous attack it instantly ignited, turning into a shower of bright blue flames. While the cloth was incredibly durable it also conducted heat quite well, and would provide no real protection against the flames. Purple lightning brought with it more flames to fill the surrounding area, turning the entire battlefield into nothing more than a huge bonfire, with the stranger at the centre.

Guilt was shielded from the worst of it by a field of cold air and a maintained layer of vacuum, preventing any contact with the superheated air. However, even from 30 meters away, the sheer infrared was bafflingly hot. She could feel her skin baking, and her hair being singed. In the centre of the conflagration she must have raised the temperature to well over 500 degrees Celsius, easily hot enough to slay any normal human. She would cook him like a thanksgiving turkey. If this didn't work, nothing will.