Tom whipped his microgun up at the arrogant spectator. She had a bizarre appearance with one large single eye resting above of her nose and ten eyes on long black tentacles. The smile of razor sharp teeth was wiped away as she formed a spell shield. The microgun ate ammo and shat out brass as it jackhammered into the bubble of mana. Three of the her eyes discharges spells of their own at Tom. The stream of fire coming at him turned into the ray of frost and cancelled each other out. A bolt of lightning was seized in a magnetic sphere round him and thrown back at her. The giant spark of electricity shoved her into the corner of the Wall and ceiling as the protecting field deformed. Small strings of current ran over it as they grounded into the stone round her.

'Bell! Get back. She has true magic.'

'Negative Sr.'

Zabel razed her heavy machine gun and placed accurate shot after shot into the same spot. Every time a HEAT round impacted the impenetrable shield it would concave in as if being hit by a sledgehammer. She dodged to the side as one of the eye stalks staring at her began to flare whit a dark purple light. A beam of brilliant purple of energy caught the foot of the lumbering juggernaut as the concrete ground evaporated. Its armor disintegrated away as the exoskeleton and actuator housing was exposed. She kept firing as she remained up right on the damage on the limb. One of Tom's drill bits tore its way of out his pocket and rammed into the gazer's shield and slowly turned. Her eye went wide open as it through the spell like a corkscrew. A telekinetic ray form one of her eyes grabbed on to it and tired to halt it. The drill bit paused for a second, but gravity delivered it a kick in the ass and proceeded on. Like a cork in a champagne bottle with too much pressure, it burst inside her safe space and shot through her chest and heart. This was her first time seeing her own blood. Staring down at the red fluid in shock, she didn't know what to do. Losing concentration on her spell, the hailstorm of bullets ripped into her. Tom looked over at Zabel and asked.

'Are you ok?'

'Yes Sr.'

'And the foot?'

Not needed to see the hud display to know the right foot was greyed out, she replied.

'The knee is still good, but I'm going to have to hobble round on the foot.'

'Right, let's move on. Also, next time I say run. You run ok?'

'Yes Sr.'

'You're not going to, are you...'

She didn't answer him.