Jason, or rather Amp since they were in the field, will take her chiding to heart and not call her 'Ms. Payback'. Glancing around at the chaos, he felt ill. Bodies weren't anything he would ever be used to, it seemed like. No one died when he was a Ranger. Things in the Legion's universe didn't seem to go as smoothly.

"Distraction? Sure. I can manage that." He wished he had any of his old gear. A good spray of lasers would make things pretty easy here, he figured. But in the absence of that... Well.

...Why wasn't that Braalian using magnetics?

He shoved the thought to the back of his head. Whatever was going on, the psychic creature probably didn't know how to use it and the Braalians were probably too scared to use it. Best not to let it twig on. "You do what you gotta. I'll keep its attention focused on me as best I can." He paused, took a breath, then sprinted full-tilt down the main aisle of the church, vaulting over fallen Braalians.

His plan was simple: Catch its attention. A good tackle would probably take care of that.