[h2]Alessa Heather: PRT HQ[/h2]
Agh, damn it! He had an answer for every strategy! And yet, he was still regretful, even as he continued working against them - clearly he had some distaste for Patriarch, and clearly he was still fond of the Wards, but that just made it so, so difficult to go all-out against him! Everything in her was screaming that maybe he could be saved, maybe he could be convinced to go back to normal... and that was the insidious part, wasn’t it? How could she know if that was true? And even if he did, he’d already done the damage to the Protectorate; she imagined he’d be lucky if he wasn’t taken to the Birdcage once they- if they put him- God, why did that lump of flesh remind her of the damn warehouse now?!

And everything was still happening at once. Tulpa hurled what was left of Mastar’s mass back to her; Mastar caught it and clambered into the ceiling; Lillian hurled a grenade roughly at the would-be hero, and for some reason a gun across the floor; and as the projection leapt at Protean, Evelyn called on her to hit it.

This was it, then. No freezing up now, girl. “Appropriate force” - or, so to speak, all-out. Just to make the point in her mind, she called out ‘Hit him with everything you’ve got!’ to nobody in particular. Margrave, ultimately, since all other parties had their plans.

One hand aimed at the projection as it charged Protean, an invisible beam of heat striking it and setting off its destructive aura at full-tilt. The other didn’t even move - she waited until she was pretty sure Protean wasn’t about to move before a spark of overwhelming heat and light and radiation left her eyes, and an infinitesimal fraction of time later, a trail of plasma two feet thick marked the path between her and him, at least where he ought to have been when she fired it off. A much-refined form of her attack from the warehouse, ironically, containing about half of her remaining reserves. Protean ought to survive, albeit massively reduced - and assuming he hadn’t suddenly moved. Anything else it went near would probably either melt before impact, or else survive long enough to take the spark direct and be vaporised in the ensuing explosion. And of course, she did her best to ensure she didn’t interfere with anyone else in the process... she hoped she hadn't, anyway.