[b][i]Mission Three - Assault on Jinghong Dam[/i][/b]

[b]Mirage Space - 10/25/2022, 22:07 UTC+8[/b]

From the soles of his boots and the butt of his spear, jets of fire shot up from Huo Ren's feet, rocketing him upwards through the roof of the bunker; this would have been fatal if not for the fact that he had also cloaked himself in superheated gas, spending his willpower and focus to negate harm from his fire. Now, he was flying in the sky, at the very top of the Mirage Space, and with a gesture of his spear, he showered a dozen falling fireballs at Ernesto and Henri before launching a gushing spray of flames at Cristina, hoping to take her out just in case her Noble Arm was Fire, Heat, or Sun-themed, which his own NA unwillingly empowered...

"Enough of this!" Huo Ren said as he noticed blood dripping from his stomach; that muscled brute had managed to cut him! "Give me Noel Alonso and Nico Makri - Or you will all die!"

The temperature was still rising to the very limits of what a human being can tolerate, even with an Arms Master's enhanced physique...

[@Digmata][@Chiro][@Deide]

[b]Mekong River - 10/25/2022, 22:07 UTC+8[/b]

Noel's scythe clashed with Wei Rui's spear, which could keep up with the eighteen-year-old's enhanced reflexes. As for Myron, the other Arms Master was shooting at Han Rui, Wei's brother, only to find that the latter had jumped behind some convenient sandbags. Knowing the perils of Han's newly-manifested Noble Arm, Myron kept shooting suppressing fire at the enemy soldier's position, even as he flashed back to unwelcome memories...

[i]We had to kill those of us - The Disablers - who manifested their own Noble Arm back when I thought they were family. That, or use them as Cannon Fodder or 'Pawns' like Doc Ripper's own nephew, Leon.[/i]

Some resisted the process, and to some of Myron's comrades, the 'Beginner's Luck' that newly-manifested Arms Masters received made them even more revulsed at the thought of becoming one of them. To him, it merely made them more difficult opponents - 

The enemy soldier threw his Noble Arm - A primitive bomb - at Myron, and the young man closed his eyes and braced himself for the explosion. He heard his gun, the K1A Compact Assault Rifle shatter into pieces as a wave of hot wind blew on his skin.

Opening his eyes, he saw that his stolen PLA Uniform was tattered, his gun was blown to pieces, but his flesh, Qingshe's extra-durable Teleport Beacon, and his Noble Arm were intact. Good; this meant that he knew what the first power of this man's Noble Arm was and what form the next few abilities might take.

He heard footsteps behind him; it was the confident saunter of one Nico Makri. And Myron knew that victory was possible; he just had to warn -

The enemy soldier had resummoned his Noble Arm and threw it at them again; the shockwaves harmed only equipment, gear (below a level of durability), and wearables but not living flesh, but that was enough to inconvenience traditional opponents!

[@Creative Chaos]

[b]Jinghong PoW Camp - 10/25/2022, 22:07 UTC+8[/b]

Liu Xi put up a wall of ice, ice thick enough to withstand the launched staves, but the sheer force of the impact still forced him to stagger backward a few steps while Sui Mang sent forth six snare-like wires of light, intending to loop them around Nil's legs and arms to try and cut them off; it was still two against one, despite Nil's experience and her frantic mood. If Nil somehow managed to dodge or bat away the bright snares, it would still buy time for Liu Xi to recover his bearings and launch a giant snowball (?) that was not meant to damage Nil but cool her down long enough for her to be successfully restrained - Jinghong Dam was going to run out of prisoners otherwise...

As for Ai Chen, she'd chase Sister Marta, raining arrows of light aimed at her shins and shoulders, laughing diabolically and even having the gall to say, "A nun? As an [i]acquisition?[/i] This must be my lucky day!"

Blinded by unspeakable desires, the antagonist, the villain of the piece, Ai Chen put herself on Lei Qingshe's crosshairs; both metaphorically and [i]literally[/i]...

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