The air thickened with tension as the operatives moved closer, their movements coordinated, weapons gleaming faintly under the suppressed glow of the room. Irina's hazel eyes scanned their formation, her sharp mind already calculating trajectories and counters. With her flames suppressed, she turned to the power she knew she could rely on—her [Telekinesis].
She exhaled sharply, focusing her mana. Invisible threads pulsed outward, gripping the shattered debris scattered around her. Broken stone, shards of glass, and fragments of steel trembled before rising into the air, orbiting her like a swarm of deadly satellites.
'This will have to do,' she thought grimly.
-Telekinesis
The first wave of attackers surged forward, their weapons raised. A suppression baton crackled as it swung toward her head, but Irina's hand flicked upward. A chunk of steel shot through the air, intercepting the blow with a resonant clang that sent the operative stumbling back.
