As Time Bomb gave the order to take down the guards, Safe Zone looked around for the showy elf girl whom he had mentally dubbed Psycho Lady, suddenly realizing that she was no longer with the group. He felt a twinge of annoyance for wasting his breath with her and wondered if she had just decided to slip off and do her own thing again like a child who easily lost interest in the task at hand. Well, even if she did, it hardly mattered. Man-in-Stripes already made it clear their lives were expendable and that he gave not one iota of a frag about any of them. There were more important things to worry about right now.
After Swift Strike and Surface Tension headed in the direction of car 4, Safe Zone turned to Time Bomb, a thought occurring to him.
"Time Bomb, wait. The ticket master's on the other side."
Safe Zone didn't know how far away the guards were from the door and didn't want to risk his ally getting peppered with bullets or spells from afar. What he did know, however, was that there was a ticket master Spiderling had locked inside car 2 who needed to get to car 3. That ticket master was probably trying in vain to open the locked door, which was perfect.
A small cascade of white-hot sparks ran down his arm and coalesced into dancing arches around his fingers. He wouldn't need much current to hurt a regular human, and "maim" was the name of the game. If the ticket master wasn't human and managed to remain unharmed, the current would at least shock him badly.
Whichever outcome, it should be enough pain to bring those guards running closer to the other side of that door and, consequently, that much closer to Time Bomb's pulverizing fists.
Safe Zone gripped the door handle and dropped enough voltage to overcome most of the potential resistance between one side of the door and the other, breathing harder in a steady, practiced rhythm as the drain of a minor offense spell tugged gently at his consciousness and reminded his body that it was tired. He would never get used to casting these offense spells. If he hadn't been expecting that effect, he would have been caught short of breath.
He ignored the fatigue and focused on directing the spell towards the other side of the door. If he wasn't consciously directing that flow, the current would just end up running into the ground instead of running through the intended target.
The surge of the spell coursed into something on the other side and Safe Zone grinned.
As long as that ticket master's feet were on the floor, that current would rip right through him.
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