[There will be time to examine later, whether this man's resilience is to do with some power he himself possesses, or whether it had to do with whatever mysterious happening that Silco had to do with. But right now... Havoc doesn't care about any of that. She only cares that the man she'd thought was dead, or at least deeply unconscious, was not.
The sound of him rising makes her turn, the look on his face and the desperation in his attack makes her put aside the facade of "playing nice to prevent hurting a coworker"...
And this time when she opens up the sphere of vacuum space... she opens it wide enough to cover the columns supporting the roof of the building, wood cracking, buckling under the sudden assault of depressurization... then shattering as she releases the vacuum to instead let pressure and air suddenly rush back in the space of an instant.
An instant aimed at burying him beneath the rubble as the floor buckles and the ceiling crashes down. Whether that kept him down or not... Well, she only needed enough time to leave.]
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The sound of him rising makes her turn, the look on his face and the desperation in his attack makes her put aside the facade of "playing nice to prevent hurting a coworker"...
And this time when she opens up the sphere of vacuum space... she opens it wide enough to cover the columns supporting the roof of the building, wood cracking, buckling under the sudden assault of depressurization... then shattering as she releases the vacuum to instead let pressure and air suddenly rush back in the space of an instant.
An instant aimed at burying him beneath the rubble as the floor buckles and the ceiling crashes down. Whether that kept him down or not... Well, she only needed enough time to leave.]