Milenya had anticipated meeting Desmond further along. Perhaps at the other side of the large room, with him firing at them as they advanced under cover of her bubble. Finding him so close took her aback; at almost point-blank range, her bubble would be useless, unable to deflect the heavier projectiles at peak energy. Ashana hadn't hesitated, charging into the heavily armored man and tearing the rocket launcher from him, sending it skidding along the floor.<br/><br/>She saw her opportunity and lunged for the heavy weapon. Even with it, it would still take two or three shots to crack Desmond's armor, she was sure, but for the rest of them, one shot would be more than sufficient. She scrambled for it, reached it, grabbed it up.<br/><br/>As Ashana fell to the ground after the brief tussle, Milenya caught sight of the tableau. Desmond was pulling his Mattock free, and it was unfolding.<br/><br/>The rocket launcher in her arms hadn't finished unpacking, Desperate, she summoned the energy for a Throw, hoping to stagger the slaver and throw his aim off. Forgotten in her hand was the other flash-bang, and as she opened her hand to release the sphere of dark energy at Desmond, the non-lethal grenade was carried with it.<br/><br/>And Kala's flashbang bounced into view.<br/><br/>Milenya's visor went white.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>