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[b][u][h1]A Man Out of Time #11: [/h1][/u][/b]
Location: Pacific Point, California[/center]
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It seemed like an eternity since the mysterious man had left Pacific Point, but The Wanderer hadn’t noticed the short time since then when the aliens continued their onslaught. Voyager had been tasked to fight somewhere nearby and save any civilians in the area and get them to safety. For him, on the other hand, he was getting a sense that the aliens had identified that he was the one who decimated the initial invasion fleet and were gunning for him. While none of them were fatal or enough to put him down temporarily, but the injuries they were inflicting on him were growing. While his psionics were capable of dishing out more potent attacks the more damaged he was, he knew that if things were kept up like this then he would lose control of his psionics.

Another blast to his gut sent the wind out of him, the mutant sinking onto one knee. He instinctively blasted the offending alien, psionics strong enough now to send the alien into the wall in a watermelon-esque mess. As his body heaved for every ounce of air, he watched as another platoon of aliens fall to a hair of arrows as another set of heroes were engaging them with bows, arrows, and swords.

As the two heroes dealt with the small platoon of aliens, The Wanderer noticed the light coming from the sun above drastically go dim. He looked and looked in disbelief at the arrival of a much larger ship than the one that was brought down by the one who had attacked Voyager. He gritted his teeth at the sight as more of the fighter ships began their run down the street. Taking no chances and making sure that every hero had a chance to survive and fight back the threat, he lunged towards the two bow-wielding heroes.

When he got up to them, he raised one hand as the green beams of energy began to rain down on them to kill them. A familiar dome of psionic energy apparated as the beams struck the area with little effect. As the ships flew overhead, the mutant raised his other hand and sent two beams of psionic energy towards them, sending them up in flames in their direct hits, his eyes watching them as the balls of flaming wreckage crashed onto the street.

A moment passed. Once the area was secure enough, he lowered the barrier protecting the two heroes. He looked towards them, [color=4682b4]”I suppose you guys have any sort of plan to get onto that thing there to try to bring it down?”[/color]