Videl staggered back a step as the vile touch tried to accost her mind. She threw off her helmet and scrabbled her hands through her hair viciously, as if trying to scratch an itch beneath her skull. Thankfully, she didn't disrupt the psi-blockers on her forehead.

Jason's voice snapped Videl's attention back to the fight, where Harrow was trying to make its escape. It was weakened, she could tell; whatever Parker had done, it had done more damage to Harrow than a metal candlestick ever could. This was it, their chance to go on the offensive. Harrow was fast, but thanks to the fancy powers this universe had granted her, so was Videl.

She fished the spare pair of psi-blockers from her pocket and took off at a sprint toward Harrow. If she could just get close enough, if they could keep Harrow still for just the briefest second, she could slap these psi-blockers onto the Braalian's temples.