Chase's mouth curled up in a wicked grin that threatened to tear his face in half. "Only four of you left, huh?" he voiced, counting his remaining time as a minute and thirty seconds. He decided to be a little less creative with his moves now. He shot two massive spikes of willpower directly out of the palms of his hands and into the foremost two of the remaining Psychomasks. He forced the spikes straight through their abdomens and then kept them going to the next two. One of them dodged, but the other got a spike right through its skull. Chase released his willpower and the Psychomasks were free to fall, blood gushing from the wounds, but not coming anywhere close to him.<br/><br/>The final Psycho mask muttered something about "orders" and "elimination" but Chase heard it as if they were underwater. The two were going for a head to head clash, the Psychomask creating a poison blood snake and Chase making a weapon and surrounding himself with willpower. The two whipped past each other with incredible, and for a moment, both were still. Then the Psychomask split horizontally through his middle and fell to the ground in two parts. "Too bad," Chase said with mock sympathy. "You hit me but<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>had a shield ready."<br/><br/>The psychopath turned to look at the carnage he created. There was blood, organs, and mangled bodies everywhere. It was a blood bath. The Esper tilted his head back and laughed. Chase felt his laugh catch in his throat as some sort of sound seemed to embrace his entire body. It held him in place, which did<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>make the unstable Esper happy. He would have wrenched free from the attack if he'd had any idea how to. Suddenly, dread filled him. If his count was right, then his PL would reactivate any second now.<br/><br/>A monstrous pain in his skull told him he was right. There was nothing he could do. Chase blacked out and collapsed, still quite immobile, but now unconscious on top of that. His PL slid passively back to its tighter position, unaware of the trouble it was causing.