Looks like they were both dinged up. Jason ground his teeth together. Taking damage like this was unheard of back home. They might get some dings and bruises, but they were never bleeding at the end of things. Whether that was a mark of how well his team functioned or how much higher the stakes were here, he didn't want to think about.
He was already berating himself for screwing up enough that a teammate got hurt helping him out. Alexander was older and more experienced, but Jason couldn't break the habit of thinking of his team as his responsibility. But how could they handle a situation like this?
When Jason was younger, they did an experiment in class involving plastic filters and markers. It was an odd thing to think of now, but there you had it. The colored ink reflected light of a certain color and absorbed all others, allowing the ink to appear as that color. But the plastic filters that they wore blocked that color coming in because it absorbed the color. Ring, can you match his construct's color so that he can't see my attacks?
[Affirmative.]
That was all he needed to know. Ordering the ring to do it, he sent out large spray of power beams in the direction where the last shots had fired. To him, they practically filled his vision. To Alexander, the only sign would be holes being punched in the floating wreckage in front of them, sending smaller pieces spiraling off into space.
And a streak of yellow as the sniper took advantage of the idiot rookie's seeming mistake of blinding the pair of them to his movements with a lightshow to move to another spot of cover, already setting up to take another shot.
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He was already berating himself for screwing up enough that a teammate got hurt helping him out. Alexander was older and more experienced, but Jason couldn't break the habit of thinking of his team as his responsibility. But how could they handle a situation like this?
When Jason was younger, they did an experiment in class involving plastic filters and markers. It was an odd thing to think of now, but there you had it. The colored ink reflected light of a certain color and absorbed all others, allowing the ink to appear as that color. But the plastic filters that they wore blocked that color coming in because it absorbed the color. Ring, can you match his construct's color so that he can't see my attacks?
[Affirmative.]
That was all he needed to know. Ordering the ring to do it, he sent out large spray of power beams in the direction where the last shots had fired. To him, they practically filled his vision. To Alexander, the only sign would be holes being punched in the floating wreckage in front of them, sending smaller pieces spiraling off into space.
And a streak of yellow as the sniper took advantage of the idiot rookie's seeming mistake of blinding the pair of them to his movements with a lightshow to move to another spot of cover, already setting up to take another shot.