Astraflare was disappointed in herself. Trying to catapult all five of them at once barely slowed them at all while her teammates began to do some real damage. When one of the bots targeted her and began to jet in, she hoped she could make that up by following Ragnar's orders and her own train of thought. Better to focus on one and give it everything she's got.<br/><br/>She concentrated to single out the gravity field around her Doombot then thrust one hand down towards the floor in an attempt to reverse its gravity and pound it to the ground under the unseen, sudden weight of a car. With her free hand, she rapidly dropped the temperature of the floor so low, that an upward lift with her hand sent an arm-sized spike of solid, sub-zero ice through the floor with a sickening crunch and groan of twisted metal.<br/><br/>Hopefully, she wouldn't have to pay for that. Fight or flight reaction. Either way, with luck, the Fake Doom would get impaled or at least somewhat damaged. In the case that it wasn't, she bent at the knees and prepared to attempt a dodge of whatever it intended to do.