She is a mirage before your eyes, the glittering shine of motive force that reaches beyond her body. She is shrine and priestess both and an electrical storm ignites from her skin. And then the aetheric bubble collapses; the whisper of unreality brushing through the space she had been standing, revealing the crimson gleam of a laser sight cutting through where she had been -

- the laser sight and the whirling ignitium grenade.

The grenade is the immediate concern - curious and mundane all at once. It hits you with significant force directly in the solar plexus before detonating, throwing clinging chemical flames in all directions. The painful force of the impact [[b]2 health damage[/b]] said that it had been launched by a grenade launcher rather than thrown. A strange weapon to use for an assassination, but also a profoundly Imperial one. Still, you can't help but think it was a hell of a shot. Direct to center mass, penetrating right through an intervening subject, not having taken it easy despite the indiscriminate nature of the shot. And the laser sight. Weird feature for a weapon with a ballistic arc -

There is a clap of lightning. Celestial lightning rips from Spark's fingers before she's even finished rematerializing, scorching the gallery in the direction of the shot. Through the flesh melting cascade a second grenade launches - you catch a glimpse of it crushing the jawbone of an Adept in the arena stands before drenching half a dozen nearby spectators in flame. Then the twin roars of bolters open up - Sister Kota firing wildly in the same direction as the Magi's lightning, and the Dark Angel firing its pistol - [i]down [/i]into the Tyranid in the arena. You catch a glimpse of a third grenade cracking against its helm before reality catches back up to you.

Before anything else, you are on fire. The bruise you got from the impact is going to be the least of your concerns if you do not do something about that.