A man in white shades with the communication system typical of hired security personnel fixed in his left ear paces while holding his charge like one would a sack,

(It would seem i've failed at my duties, to think we're already subject to such levels of infiltration, i can't even tender a call out to request Roger's assistance, though knowing the man he's probably noticed by now, i simply have to hold on) he resolves as he blurs to safety a car rams into his side, the CSO takes a protective stance taking the brunt of the impact as he's rocketed to the side he shifts to receive the impact, following a roar of courage he finds feet in spite of thrashing pain, his Bone Control 'Compression' advancement aiding him as he empowers his ATTUNED technique, his unified Striker, Enforced and Defense arts: Conduit, A technique which enables the user become a living conduit of 'Force' allowing for it's manipulated release and his Auxiliary: Muscle Up, An art that increases muscle mass through rapid expense of body nutrients an Imprinted 'Force', his body rapidly increases in size, ambient 'Force' being absorbed at a pace so rapid it becomes almost visible to the untrained eye as he surveys his surroundings ready for combat.

"Please avoid moving sir" he instructs taking a wide stance, men in black, ones he'd once believed his subordinates flood out in droves circling them both,

Landing center of the traitors bastards is a male figure clothed in an all black body fitting combat suit, masking his face is a similarly black oni mask, not an inch of skin could be seen. One feel of the man's presence and the CSO was sure,

(We're fucked), his face goes grim as he wastes no time launching an attack, he draws on ambient 'Force' with visible pull punching out from distance towards his opponent, imprinted 'Force' tear's through the concrete grounding moving like a tidal wave decimating all that stood in it's path, almost, standing unaffected was the man in black, he'd made no move to protect the traitors through, they'd been victims to the wave's destructive force, beyond the clearing dust is the man's frame vibrating to match the wave's varying frequencies at the point of impact, that itself a feat worth of praise, nevertheless The CSO moves striking unrelentingly,

(Phasing through the varying Vibrations incessantly is impossible), he ponders as he whips his leg transition into a combo of strikes from a distance, he'd be proven right.

To combat the Chief Security Officer's resistance enacts his Defence technique: Force Ejection, releasing succesive ejections of 'Force' to mitigate the constant vibrational shifts, within seconds countless number of ejections are released leaving the ultimate outcome the same, unaffected, the CSO attempts another consistent succession of attacks as he counts the seconds down,

(Someone... please) he ponders bluring around his mark incessantly as he watches for an opening, tired of the play the figure's frame blurs and within a point of a twentieth of a second he's behind the CSO his kick connecting against the CSO's jaw with a sickening bang and crackle to show, he'd broken it, the man drops unconscious.

Jeremy young stares down the man before him, the being clothed reminiscent of the grim reaper, unfulfilled?, yes, fearful?, No, he feared no one, be it God or man, he'd come from nothing by his own works, and had long learned to be ready to forfeit life, especially as one with his ideology in such a decrepit business world. The man stared Jeremy down for seconds that felt an eternity, as if to show respect for the man who stared death with no re course, the silent man spoke,

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"Speak your last", to his mechanic indistinguishable voice Jeremy gave one reply, a smile.

Mari stands at the fore flanked by her comrades, Darwin and Darren are next to her with Dennis and Daryun flanking Abel all in stances poised to strike, this time, they held nothing back, Mari speaks but a word of encouragement before the battle ensues,

"Boys" She calls, "WE WIN OR DIE!", Abel smiles, his visage positively horrifying, the battle erupts.

Mari digs her heels deep into the ground, her ATTUNED arts enacted as Abel's Domain empowered kick blows her aside, she gurgles up blood trying desperately to stay her shivering arms,

"DON'T GET HIT!!!" she roars, Darwin who'd been poised to engage is brought to heel with liver shot that clatters against his guard, shattering his ribs and arm as the shock thrashes through his body dropping him unconscious.

Watching this Mari's mind works like clockwork pondering violently on a plan of action that would level the field when a brazen shout from a voice she'd come to know all to well gives her confidence,

"YOU'RE THINKING TOO MUCH DAMMIT, DOMAIN OR NOT YOUR BOTH AT THE SANE ADVANCEMENT" Dennis roars joining the fray, then an image flashes to mind,

"Domain Implosion" Mari murmurs, there was hope yet, re empowering her ATTUNED arts she blurs into battle taking the brunt of Abel's fist while quick redirecting it with a magnetically polarized blow that's mitigated by Abel's pseudo Domain,

(The danger with pseudo Domains are their instability, they're structured to mimick real domains but it's like building a skyscraper on a foundation running one fifth it's length, hence the requirements for sickeningly inhuman level of constant control, disrupt that control long enough and...) Mari pauses going relentless on the offensive as she releases copious amounts of Imprinted 'Force' to disrupt the Domain's flow, Darren Dennis and Daryun take the brunt of Abel's relentless barrage of attacks, collectively assisting each other to avoid the most fatal of his strikes as signs of discomfort morphing to pain slowly appears, Abel gives space bluring a safe distance away but Mari is quick to close in locking the surrounding area away from ambient 'Force' with her Enforcer coming center focus,

(Another demerit of a Pseudo Domain, it's completely reliant on ambient 'Force') she mules as her face morphs into one of pain, Abel frowns moving to settle the matter with a vicious blow to the chest, Daryun is before the unmoving girl in a flash, biting back an agonized scream to a pained groan as his arms are shattered to several piece, Dennis takes point striking with a release of rotting steam, Abel whips his leg in a roundhouse kick to meet the strike, the steam unable to destroy his flesh. Dennis groans from his broken ribs crashing several dozen meters away, Abel huffs the increased task of manipulating the dwindling ambient 'Force', substituting it with his own and keeping his ATTUNED arts empowered finally taking toll.

Darren the last line of defence empowers his Combination technique holding his Enforcer: Re Metabolization, A technique that enables the user absorb ambient 'Force' to empower themselves at the result of visible increase in mass and his Defence, : Reverb, a technique that uses 'Force' and manipulation of Muscles and bones to spread evenly throughout the body or negate impact force entirely. Watching intently ready to react, a blur and bang latter he's blown back reeling, nevertheless his physique geared for defense allows him hold unto the fleeting threads of consiousness fuelled by adrenaline and his will to live,

"AHHHHHHHHH" he roars finding his feet, the next blur drops him unconscious, nevertheless his show of tenacity had been enough, Mari grins,

"Go fuck yourself", then releases, an Implosion of 'Force' ensues.