Between one step and the next, a large object suddenly appears on the ground in front of the running guards. Their momentum too much to abruptly stop, they try to sidestep but are unable to dodge. As soon as they step on the object, it resolves into a net and snaps shut violently. The net, with the two guards entangled, drags itself into the side of an apartment building almost full force. I see no movement from within the net after impact. A PsyPorter to transport the net and a PsyKinetic to snap and move the net working together in a coordinated defense, plus something for them to work off visually. Our military must be nearby as PsyMovers like PsyPorters and PsyKinetics are usually contracted as support to the military.
My gaze quickly jumps back to the three remaining guards and I see a struggle on the Mental Guard’s face. The residents begin to slowly climb up to all fours but twitch and rise no further than their knees. Only a few do not stir at all.
“The Mental Guard is trying to make the residents get up from the ground with his mind, maybe to form a human shield. The residents seem to be resisting or some are mentally shielding them all. The two other guards are now aiming into the crowd. Whatever you’re doing, now would be good.”
Just then, the female guard opens fire into the residents, and I see a shimmering from a shield as the bullets impact. PsyKinetic shield, but it can’t last long, especially covering such a large defensive target. A movement in the far corner of my left eye draws my attention. I see three women spread out from the northwestern corner of the courtyard area. They each wear large bone necklaces, bone bracelets encircle their wrists and ankles, and a small antler crown adorns each of their brows. The Sisters Wyrd, protected by their Brother Bone.
I look back to the guards to see blood pour from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Their bodies are soaked in blood within a matter of moments. I hear the Sisters speak in unison, “Targets locked. Transport now,” and the three guards vanish.
PsyPorters don’t transport living things, not because they lack the ability, but as living things don’t tend to survive transport. It has to do with water content, whatever realm or dimension PsyPorters pull objects through, it disrupts the water from the container. The psyportation affects all bacteria, fungi, plants, and animals. In the first three, a dried-up shell arrives at the end of psyportation. Animals are different. The blood in animals is affected first, before the water sequestered in our cells is ever affected. Pressure builds up in red blood cells and bursts out of the body which kills the animal before desiccation can fully set in.
PsyPorters think the addition of the heme or iron-core embedded in blood acts as a beacon and draws the dimensional waves in, serving as a very temporary shock absorption. When blood is destroyed, then the water molecules in remaining fluids, cells, and tissues are affected. Some Psycept scientists have speculated that the dimensional waves mimic microwaves and indeed, certain insects have survived psyportation due to their miniscule amount of water and difference in blood. However, the dimensional waves aren’t microwaves for the fact that iron blood is affected differently from non-iron blood. I can’t imagine the horrific experiments or experiences that led to this knowledge, I can only hope that it was test tubes filled with water and blood rather than living things.
I hear a slight sound behind me and turn on my left side to crank my head around to investigate the noise. Suddenly, a hand grabs my right foot and begins to drag me from underneath the scrubs. Trained muscle memory takes over and I swing my right arm down and abductive to shoot but a sharp pain from a foot stomping my hand causes me to drop the gun. I kick out with my left leg, but I have little leverage as I’m still mostly on my left side. As I turn on my back to make a second attempt, two hands clamp on my vest and pull me up to meet a snarling face.
“You’re the bitch that ruined our plans and cost me my whole team. Well, you might have been PsyPath enough to keep Roberts from getting in your mind, but his offensive range is shit. I took care of the cop while on the roof, so imagine what I can do to you up close and personal.”
I feel him trying to get into my mind, but my shields continue to hold. More and more mental pressure comes from him while I bide my time. As his gaze turns inward as he concentrates on the psychic attack, I see my chance. With my hands and arms clothed, the only part of my upper body that I can touch with is my face. I can try a head butt, but he’s wearing a helmet and with my luck, I’ll knock myself unconscious trying to hit his nose. Having little time and limited options, in one smooth move, I tilt my head to the right, bare my teeth, and clamp down on his left cheek. He’s jolted out of the psychic focus, then pushes me away while he pulls back, tearing a chunk of his cheek out in the process.
“You bitch.” I smile in return, displaying the skin still clamped in my front bite. He draws back his right hand to punch my face and I start phase two of my crap plan. Sweat begins to drip from his face as he resists me.
“You think you can take me mind-to-mind? I’m the best not only in my team, but my company, probably even my battalion. Bring it.” What a dipshit.
“PsyPath bitch, I feel you squirreling around inside my brain. That’s okay, I’ll trap
