Mynxa watches this transfer of insults and glares. She wonders why they hated each other so. Even if she wanted to ask she didn't know how she would be able to do so. She made a decision. She did not like this other man. And if he stepped any closer with intent to harm Brandon...she would protect her friend and rescuerer. So for now she watches. Silently but surely...she watches. And it was not long before her fear occured. She watches the scene unfold.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Brandon growls and moves menacingly closer. He draws his gun and points it at his foe. "I will shoot your brains out! Don't push me!" he says in a dark growls. He undoes the safety on his gun. He points it no more than four feet away. Point blank. And pulls the trigger.</span><br/>(not killing your guy just setting it up to appear that way BUT keep reading.)<br/>Mynxa saw the man fire the strange weapon. She closed her eyes and since she was clinging to Nathaniel he'd feel her hands get warmer and warmer til they would feel sauna hot yet it didn't burn him. Just mere seconds before the bullet would have ended Nathaniel...it hit a white barrier type shield thing. And she opens her eyes. Speaking in Atlantian. Commanding the spirits, souls, and powers over all forms of power to aid her in her quest.<br/><br/>"Spiritus vires super vita et sanguine. Animarum naturis omnes spiritus potestate virtutis. Lorem succurre tuendos noster. Fero numina tuebitur omnis, qui hominum Nathaniel's deposito qui amicis inimici." (Translation: Spirits over the powers of life and death. Souls and beings who control all spirits of power. Please come to my aid in protecting my friend. I summon the powers that will protect all who are Nathaniel's men and thrust away those who are my friends enemies.)<br/><br/>A wave of power forms knocking Brandon and his men back. Forming a barrier between the foes crew and captian alike. Then a swirling vortex of power forms from the center of the barrier. It sucked Brandon, crew and his ship inside then launched them airborn...far, far, far away. She crumples to her knees. Panting and sweat trickled her face.<span style="font-style: italic">too long...been so long since I used my powers. That was more taxing than I thought it would be.</span>she thinks to herself.