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Holding action. If anyone hostile pops out, Stryker will try frying him first... IC seems to be down again, though with a dice pool of 7 and modifiers for a total of -8 it doesn't really matter.]
Stryker tried to get up, but he stumbled and slumped against the wall on his knees, barely peeking to see anything. His head felt like it was being crushed between the walls that were covered with red haze... Or was that the blood in his eyes, from vessels he had to burst trying to contain that much raw Mana. He banished the spirit, but at what cost? And the wounds from the grenade blast were all over him...
The only thing that made the pain bearable - even if he couldn't hold it together under the pressure it had over him - was seeing Zach alive and kicking ass. The elf didn't even try to smile. He could only concentrate on staying conscious and waiting for something to happen. They'd win, or lose. Whatever would happen, he just wanted it to be over...
Then another enemy appeared. Something deep inside him snapped, and the routine that was pounded into his mind took over.
Stryker raised his hand, and opened his palm at the blade-wielding attacker, like he wanted to stop him just with that... Then he released his will, and the power he could manage to muster in his current state, hoping to survive the imminent attack...
Casting: Magic(4)+Spellcasting(5)+Specialty(2)+Mentor(2)-Wounds(5)=8 (8d6.hits(5)=3)
Drain(4P): Drain Resistance (10d6.hits(5)=3) (+1P damage)