She whirled towards them, fire in her eyes.
Abby doesn’t think, just runs, cartwheels over the cover, letting loose a shockwave of electric energy.
Breathe, Williams; you’re no good to Liselle bleeding out on the floor.
She cloaks, lifts her sword, fire control already activated, and slashes off the heads of a phantom and a nemesis, finishing with a slice through two assault troopers.
The remaining centurions stare at her through their helmets, dumbfounded and unable to even reach for their guns.
"Gentlemen, you have something of mine," she gestures with her sword to the locked room behind them, "and I would very much like her back."