A pattern of glowing green lines appear on the floor, crisscrossing beneath the feet of the crowd by the door - and as the next blast comes, the lines lift up in a broad net, scooping up the delegates and hoisting them into the air while the blasts pass beneath them and hit the door, instead.

(Hopefully, these people can look beyond the indignity of being yanked up like tuna in a net if it's going to save their lives, but Hal wouldn't put that past a bunch of politicians, frankly.)

"Keep him busy!" he yells to the other Legionnaires. The element of surprise worked well once, but moving that many people at once is going to be tough to keep up, if Proton keeps his attention on them enough to start tracking fire. "I've got the door."

He hasn't got the door yet, but he's sure he can come up with something.