Masks 2

Emily, as things began popping off, stopped considering how one might excise a malignant, sentient tumor from an entire planet. That could come later. More immediate was the problem of Candy being suffocated by Ground Arms. Emily launched herself in that direction, raising a hand and projecting a radiant light into her for whatever the "inexplicable healing magic" version of a tracheostomy was. She kept an eye on the situation as a whole, just waiting for the next time someone got horribly injured. There was going to be a lot of that today.

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Theraea, meanwhile, hid herself behind the Demon's illusions, mind racing as to what she could actually do here. There was only so much a few force fields could do to protect against an entity of this scale, and launching projectiles at it would be laughably ineffective. However, maybe she could figure something out to slow her down - enough to let the others do their thing.

She hurriedly ripped her backpack-mounted reality anchor off - she could survive fine in this environment in the short term - and whipped out a complex multitool. She set to work, tearing open panels, pulling out glowing wires and conduits, and wiring things together with the amplifier she wore for her Abyssal powers. It was unconventional - the anchor was never designed to have its yield boosted enough to nullify the powers of some manner of cosmic Flesh Entity - but if this worked it might be exactly the edge they all needed.

If it didn't work, well, Theraea probably wouldn't be needing new equipment anyway.