Orbit's mind was steadily pushing into overdrive. This was a nightmare. Her teammates were falling, left and right. Hellfire was down, bleeding, and the idiot hadn't listened to her after the first time she'd yelled for him to close his ears. She threw out casual snarkiness, insults and jokes like they were weapons of their own. In some people's cases, like whoever the hell was attacking them, they were a deadly distraction.

Stupid, moronic, dummy, Gabe. Didn't she JUST tell him lack of focus was killer? Honestly, she was going to yell at him for months after he got up.

For now, she had work to do. "HEY a******!" She shouted from the ground, letting her power increase steadily until her eyes glowed and the debris of destruction around her was pushed away by sheer force. "I'm talkin' to you, Captain Caution Sign!" She smacked one fist into her palm and grinned. "Whoever told you neon orange is a sound tactical design lied to you!" Silently, she willed up a shield around her, one that was tighter than usual. There were images flooding her mind: invisible numbers, formulas, angles, patterns.

"Come on, you pumpkin painted p****! Fight someone with real balls!"

She watched Deathstroke's head turn, felt his focus on her. Jin only smiled, baring her teeth in a wolfish challenge. One more push should do it. She threw her arm out and pointed at him. "Yeah! Down here! The cute little girl in the pink! Come on, you faceless f******! No one comes into my territory and messes with my crew, and doesn't bleed for it! Come get it!"

Deathstroke let loose with three successive shots from the rifle, ones that Orbit reshaped her shield to relfect back in his direction. They came close enough that he had to reposition himself, and Orbit bared her teeth again. "Is that all you got?"

Deathstroke switched weapons, and Orbit could almost swear she could hear the man's teeth grinding. He opened fire with the machine gun. With an exhale of breath, Jin really cut loose on her power. While holding the shield in place with her mind, she flexed her hands and then cupped them in shape, and the oncoming bullet spray was funnelled into a tight group. Jin cried out in effort and defiance, as she twisted her hands and rebounded the bullets' energy. It was the same concept as her own 'flight', pinballing from one point of energy to another. The machine gun bullets, still live, poured back toward Deathstroke. The masked man abandoned his position to avoid them, and the attack punched several holes in the wall where he'd been standing. 

Orbit laughed, wiping sweat from her nose and mouth. A burst of color on her gloves informed her that it wasn't sweat she was wiping, but blood. Had she been hit? She didn't feel any pain, but the blood was there all the same. No time to be hurt now, though. Her opponent was approaching. "Come. On. You're gonna hit me with your sparkly glitter blade?"