[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/78a234eb0678e0555274d0ee1dc545f2/56a3e97ae35aa196-fe/s540x810/68beb5c8bf4eb487e7e396ed3aa8ef4ccf8709cd.gifv[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Contest of Champions
[color=A2797E][b]Gear[/b][/color]: N/A
[color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Force Field Generation (Maintained), Memory Manipulation
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Sabine felt the brunt of her force field give way. Thankfully it wasn't something she needed to concentrate on and that it came from her sword. She could easily bring up another one. And the fact she was being actively targeted meant it would be a good idea. With a swish, Sabine brought the sword down again, forcing another shield around her. At the very least, it would protect her a bit more.

Sabine scanned her team. Kate was being dealt with (and given that she shot at her with a plunger arrow before meant she hoped Kate would be the first knocked out) but Wiccan had recollected himself. She would let the others handle him for now. Her worry was Hulkling and Patriot, the latter being one that was boosting his team and the former being the active threat to her receiving bodily injury.

Sabine needed to ensure Hulkling was not an active problem. With herself safely behind her shield she sent her mind into Hulkling's. However, this was something she had not experienced before. Given Hulkling's ability to shapeshift, his mind was ever shifting too. That made it harder to pinpoint how to best attack it. But she tried again, pushing through the force she felt in resistance until, unfortunately, her mind was shot back.

But it was not Sabine. Not anymore at least. Hulkling's mind had impacted her conscious so heavily that Sabine was now gone. In her stead stood Hulkling, again. He looked around, wondering why he was inside a forcefield. Hadn't he broke it already? Was he forgetting? On top of everything else going on was he slowly losing it? The Mother, the being that was haunting him, that no one old enough to be able to handle knew about, let alone believed in, was painting him as insane, crazy, and maybe he was? Billy was a force of good in that regard, but even he knew Billy wasn't for sure a safe space. The constant sleepwalking, losing control at odd moments, it was all a lot to deal with, but he couldn't imagine how Billy felt.

He looked over to Billy now, wanting to see him to help him remember his focus and that's when he saw Billy disappear along with the ghost boy. He felt his chest pump rapidly. Was this the moment? Was this when he would lose Billy? Was Dorian (was that his name?) going to be hurt or worse because Billy finally lost all control?

Panic started to consume him. His mind a whirlwind of emotion and thoughts. Was the force field getting smaller now? Was it constricting him? He wanted to break it. Destroy it. Run to Billy and embrace him and have him remember the good, the peace, the grand.

Why was it hurting so much?