Chase whistled lightly under his breath. Even Stella was giving fighting a shot. In her weakened state, how long could she use an ability that fed off her own body? The girl was a bit annoying in the first place, but she was bearable. Still, he didn't want to be shown up by a depressed, half-starved Esper. Chase saw one of the Psychomasks' snakes coming at him and surrounded him by a willpower shield. If he'd had a choice, he would have rather sliced the thing in half, but he didn't have that kind of control anymore. If he'd put the barrier just a little too far to one side he could have gotten infected.<br/><br/>Thinking about it, if he had the control he did as a level four, the power he had without any PLs, and the relative sanity he had now, he could be a pretty awesome Esper. But that wasn't an option. He could do something that might come close though. When he was in the research wing recently, he'd read some of the data up on one of the monitors. It was information about his second PL they never told him. His first PL was set, permanently, on high, but his second one could have its settings manually changed. There were buttons along the outer edge of it, and he'd learned from the data how to lower the settings on his second PL to medium or even low. The real question was, after he got the ensuing power boost, would he be sane enough to do anything with it? And afterwards, would he have the sense to set it back to high? The way he was thinking now, he could see it was important that he be kept somewhat in check, but he knew his old self didn't always think that way.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh yes,</span>Chase realized.<span style="font-style: italic">I can clock it.</span>He held up his wrist, manipulating the band until it seemed to loosen.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll give myself five minutes on medium. That shouldn't be enough time for me to do anything negatively drastic before it reverts back to high power, and I can always reset it.</span>Chase felt a sudden relaxation as a minor force, almost like a small shock wave, emanated from him. It was like an insistent pressure had been lifted from his mind as his repressed brain cells jumped back into action. He could feel his aim field expanding. If he'd been reduced to a high level three before, did that make him a level four again now? It would have to do. He only had five minutes after all.<br/><br/>Chase smiled in a way he hadn't for a while. It was a wild sadistic smile. The madness inside him that had been suppressed for so long wanted to see blood, and it took almost all the self control he had to make sure he only aimed at the Psychomasks. Chase forced his willpower into a sword like form coming off of his right arm, extending from his fingertips. He sprinted into the fray, immediately engaging battle with the nearest Psychomask. The poor thing tried to fight back. It may as well have spared itself the disappointment. A good slash, right down the center of its mask, split the object in have. It fell from the person, who stopped all attacks they'd been about to try. The person screamed as if it were suffering a great agony. Chase ended this quickly, shoving his makeshift sword directly through the person's face and out the back of their head. Blood sprayed madly from the wound, splashing upon a field of willpower Chase quickly erected to protect his person. He smiled as if this was the most fun he could imagine.<br/><br/>"Four minutes and thirty seconds," he muttered absently, his eyes glittering. "Who's next?"