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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5657165]Roland Huang[/url]
Max MP: 50 [b]|[/b] Current MP: 46 - 4 = 42
[b]Casting[/b]: 
Self [0] + Push [2] + Backfeed [1-1 (Routine)=0] + Touch [0] + If Spacecraft [1]: Quake [2-1 (Routine)=1] = 4 MP

[u]Gear: [/u]
Googles ([b]active[/b]: Illusion Begone), Pistol (4/4 shots), Medical Supplies (4/4 uses), Cash

Leveraging: --
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Another person might have been rattled when one of their limbs were encased in some foreign substance, but Jack kept her focus on her attack. Unfortunately it quickly became apparent that regular bullets weren't going to cut it, and though disappointing it wasn't much of a surprise. Jack clicked her tongue. Yup, it was definitely time for her to move up and get into melee strike range. 

She was vaguely aware of the situation going on behind her -one of the Mavericks accosting Dan, that ugly goat guy's ritual, and the fun Freelancer turning coat- but the one in front of her was more of her concern. She drew the barrel of her instrument back from the arrowslit and swung it down to slice the outer section of the hard light coating her leg. Would it peel off? Would it crack at the impact point? As long as it fell away from her, it didn't really matter how. And even if it didn't, it certainly wasn't going to impede her from moving.

[color=gold]"Alright,"[/color] she said with a glance at Ashley running towards the newly opened portal, and the girls in front of her taking on one of the turrets on the ship's roof. Swinging herself up onto the top of her barrier, she pooled her magic into her feet once more. [color=gold]"Let's sink this thing!"[/color]

Could she have just taken the giraffe-shaped ramp that Cerberus had created? Sure, but where was the fun in that. Not to mention she wanted a little more oomph for her next spell. Jack pushed herself off from the raised up spot, hurtling towards the remaining turret that wasn't shrouded in smoke while it was focused on the summoned puppets and other espers. Her instrument was held back over her shoulder with its grip in both of her hands, a brief, bright glow traveling up the weapon and settling in its blades. Then she swung it in a powerful downward arc, the arcane weapon poised to slice straight through the jelly - and then strike the ship beneath it, hopefully to destabilize the turret if not compromise the craft's hull itself if the slime still held up.