[b]N[/b]aryxa took the sudden dashing off from under her shield from the tank-ier members of the party as an indication that no, they would not be taking up her offer of a biotic smash into the Fiend. She couldn't have taken a breath before the human had sprayed her with dust without even an acknowledgement, a short second of eye contact with the Krogan and he too was leaving dust swirling around under the shield like a snow globe. If she were their commander, they would be on a shitlist for it. But she wasn't, and this wasn't the Milky Way. In the heat of the battle, she felt as though everything was slowing down - like on the ride over. She felt a sickness in her stomach.

Under her bubble, she stepped in a three-sixty fashion taking in the surroundings. It was all dust spraying and noise - the heat bearing down on her. It made her feel trapped inside the Initiative suit. This alien suit. These clothes weren't hers. They felt too tight and clung to her body in a way that all of a sudden felt sticky, like trying to move through tar, and suddenly her movements felt restricted and she could really feel it against her skin. It was a sensory overload, that no amount of Yoga or Meditation could have stopped from hitting her like a freight train - and at such an unfortunate time too. 

A lone Kett approached from behind, he had watched the Asari dance in her frightened circle, taking no action. 

Shots fired against the barrier and suddenly the snow globe collapsed and the swirling sands from within came crashing down too, Naryxa acted fast to duck down behind the nearest crate, fumbling in a panic to grab her gun - but like before, the Kett simple tore through the crate like a hot knife through butter and left her with little protection. This wasn't her. It was like she was watching herself from above and screaming to take action - to do something. She was a famed Huntress who had led teams through Batarian slave freighters, fought in terrible conditions, fought after days of not eating or sleeping, defied all odds on every mission... 

[center][i]Why was this so hard?[/i][/center]

Something about the eyes of the monster in front of her haunted her. They were just... empty. The eyes were supposed to be windows to the soul and here she was looking dead in a pair of eyes that were void of anything. The Kett moved slower to her - almost as if it could tell that she was weak and afraid and alone, and instead of just doing the right thing and giving her a quick death, it wanted to prolong her fear and torment. 

Then it spoke. A voice erupted from it's small mouth and rattled across the air to sound in her ears. Their was so much chaos and noise around her. She couldn't understand the language, but she could tell from the slight inflection at the end that it was either mocking her, or asking a question. 

The seconds that followed seemed to drag on like hours as she pulled herself up from the sand. Her breaths slowing down, coming back to a level that she was far more comfortable with. The Naryxa that was crying from above the scene was taking the control back. She knew what she had to do to get back inside her body. Fingers outstretched in the sand, to feel that it was soft and warm, and to also grab a fistful of it. The sensation of the sand in her palms, although gloved, was familiar. And there was a blue sky - also familiar. There was a Turian off to her right, drones overhead, a Krogan going absolutely hog wild in the distance. The only thing that wasn't familiar about the scene was the demon in front of her...

Taking the sand, she whipped it into the Kett's face, landing it over the soulless eyes - it staggered back. [i]I can play dirty too...[/i] she thought. The inner monologue of a fucking Huntress about to get shit done.

[b]"I want you..."[/b]

she began as the Kett found it's feet again, raising the barrel off it's gun to her, noticing the aura of puple, blue, and pink beginning to move around the Asari;

[b]
"To get out..."[/b]

She raised her hands and let rip a powerful Shockwave that rumbled towards the Kett

[b]"Of my FACE!"[/b]

As the shockwave made contact with the creature it simply tore through it's body. Like a hot knife through butter, like paper being torn. Like bullets through a barrier. Naryxa noticed that the rest of the Kett was as empty as it's eyes. Suddenly they weren't so terrifying anymore. The shockwave continued in a forward trajectory, blowing through another Kett who, unlike the last one, had not been expecting it. It eventually ran out of steam and stopped. By that point, Naryxa was back up, Phalanx in hand, a sudden urge to take down a few more. There was so much familiarity here to the Milky Way, and she was going to hold onto those thoughts as though they were the most precious things she would own. They were the only things she had that would keep her sane in the face of the pandemonium. 

She spoke over the comms, strong resolve in her tone, to the rest of her team;

[center][i]
"We're not in Kansas anymore..."[/i][/center]