When your job is to roam the multiverse, kicking the shit out of the practically innumerable amounts of people wanting to, for whatever convoluted reason, destroy or control it, it's rare that anything surprises you. The woman whom's slow gait was noted, would be the first in quite some time to have the honor from Gun. It wasn't the tar that probably willed her all the same powers every resident in shadowdemonfucktopia had, or the fact she could wear it like the hot ass blue chick from X-men. No. That shit is normal in this line of work. What surprised him was the fact she was in fact, beautiful, and at a glance, appeared human for a few moments. Shame. Fox wasn't lying. As sure as he made the call, some mutant freak was beckoned like an abomination from a Lovecraft tale. Were they all just... chilling in the desert waiting for heavily armed men to come looking for a fight?
Not that it took up any space on his veritable highway of simultaneous thoughts, but changing his thinking from the recreational habits of the inhabitants of Neo-Earth, to something more 'in the now', he pulled from the massive stores of material within the demi-space that housed the Ecclesiarchy's Forge and smashed the materials from the space together into the crude form of a shotgun-meets-railgun, firing a tight, but ever widening conical cluster of Negative coated biometalic spears downwind at her aimed to rend and skewer her body. The kickback from the shot was enough for the Earth Breaker's kinetic dispersal to absorb and use as sails of force to push him back some extra twenty feet up the cliff face, putting more distance between he and the tar-demon. He didn't know what kind of range that shit had, or how it operated combatively yet, but he wasn't stupid enough to go and try to hug her without figuring it out first.
As he levied out the first attack, he pulled far and wide from the web of Psi, amassing conscious power, but never releasing it, building its potential and fostering its growth.