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A PROPER PUNISHMENT must be delivered. That much is locked inside your tiny doe brain. The issue is: How to do that WITHOUT being mauled by a fuck ton of PARADIGM boosted gang members?
It's not that you're defenseless. Far from it, you have too many weapons on you for any sane person. It's the fact you want to be a showoff and do it while they're watching. Outnumbered 3 to 13-14 (lady guard, at least twelve footsteps, old man squirming and fighting back while Seath's distracted) is not something your group can handle.
You want your allies to focus on escaping with as many hostages as possible as well.
So, first things first, you need to even the numbers. You snap around with your hand raised towards the cowering guard. Like last time, translucent pink strands launch out from the tips of your fingers out to you.
They try to latch onto her neck and the top of her head but the guard is trying her best to squirm away from the strands. Guess she can see them due to the PARADIGM she's linked to. It takes a LOT of focus and concentration and by the end, your mind is starting to BURN.
>-1 RESTRAINT! 6/11 RESTRAINT LEFT!
>WILLPOWER CHECK: PASS
Her eyes are now washed over in a foggy pink haze. "W-what's going on? Why am I...huh? Oh, hey guys! What's up?" Her voice is meek, soft, like she's still trying to wake up.
Seath and Benjamin are obviously unnerved at her mind being tampered with like this but they wisely hold their tongues for now. You three plan on shoving a man into an energy meatgrinder feet first while he's still alive. This isn't the worst thing you're doing today.
"Tell your friends that you dealt with us and freed the boss. It's a false alarm."
"What the fuck?!" The OLD MAN is thrashing even harder now. You think he's about to break his shoulder if he tries any harder. "I see those god damn strings! You're-" Benjamin promptly slaps his hand over the old man's mouth.
Turns out he barely has any teeth to bite down with and what few he does have can't pierce Benjamin's leather gloves. Bummer~!
"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure." The female guard raises the radio up and sleepily mumbles into it. "Guys. They were a bunch of pushovers, the guards up front were dummies. False alarm."
The rumbling footsteps that were threatening to break into the room suddenly screech to a halt. It's clear the guards are suspecting something is up but for the moment it seems like they're buying it. You can hear them murmuring and mumbling to each other only a dozen or so feet away from the room you're in.
You'd guess that'd buy you two or three minutes tops. That should be enough to spring the rest of your plan into action. You keep your focus on keeping the guard under your thrall while Benjamin begins to tinker with the EXTRACTION machine. With the help of the manuals you saved from the old man's office, he SLOWS DOWN how quickly the machine shreds material.
The old man's eyes widen with a powerful kind of fear you will ideally experience in your life.
