Ren thought the masked people looked creepy enough. He was just about to teleport again onto the roof when Vanessa stepped out of arms reach. He decided to help out, he teleported the wrecked table  high above the building, allowing it to drop such that it would land right before the glass doors. Just before the table reached the ground, he teleported it back into the room, sending it slamming sideways into the whole group. One of them was knocked down, the rest stood up easily.<br/><br/>The Psychomask on the ground had its mask knocked off, revealing that it was a her. Her face would have been pretty if not for the withering quality given to it by the mask; her face was ice-pale and her hair was disheveled. She groped on the floor, looking for the mask, as though she had lost her sight.  "Mask. Mask... Where is my mask? Where is it?!" An inch before her hand brushed the mask, a crimson spike split it into several parts. When she realized that the mask was indeed broken, she began to wail like a banshee, until a crimson bludgeon struck her on the temple.<br/><br/>Vanessa threw a whip which began to split into thinner strands in its flight. It caught one of them and dragged it straight into a blood pike. She released it with a wince, barely holding back a shout of pain. One of the snakes got her, as she tugged the Psychomask into the pike.<br/><br/>She stepped back and touched the wound briefly. Death would be painful.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Alyssa munched on a pack of dry lemon biscuits, which did not help sooth her parched throat. She could just walk ten meters away to the water cooler but she preferred to wait, to test her self-control, and also, her stand-by shift was about to be over, in less than half and hour, so why not wait? She had left her partner and squad to grab something to munch on, and now that she is sitting down again, she was loath to get up and return to them.