Frix had activated his forcefeild a second before a sniper's bullet tore at his left foot, and the crowd went wild. Had it been a moment earlier, his entire foot would have been gone, but the invisible sheild took most of the damage. Flinching at a searing pain in his foot and realising he had been shot at, he dropped to his belly and looked at his watch: 21 minutes had been taken off of the battery life in a single shot. As the top of his foot began to bleed a bit from the impact, he slithered behind a nearby pile of sand and glanced around, looking for his new enemies.

A trail of white smoke was lingering in the air from where Nyra had fired. He saw nobody in that direction, and turned his attention to a tall, human-like figure 80 yards away. Muttering to himself, Frix activated his cloaking device, got up, and began advancing swiftly towards JonJon. His feet left small, three-toed impressions in the sand and tiny droplets of blood as he moved. It would be difficult for anybody without extremely keen eyes to notice them in the unsmooth sand. When he was 30 yards away from JonJon, he pulled out his pistol, took aim at JonJon, and fired. The shot was muffled by a silencer, but still made an audible noise. It was a bit of a long shot for a pistol, but he trusted his hitman's eye. After the shot was fired, he crouched down to make himself a smaller target even though he was invisible, had anyone seen him.