Balthazar cursed under her breath when she had received the message. They had just been exiting the café, going over their cover stories when her phone began to buzz in her black jeans. It was a text message from an agent tasked with watching E3. 

“Everybody, move out.” She ordered, standing back and summoning her magic to begin teleporting.

She felt every particle of her body moving and separating, falling into nothingness as her body dissolved. Thaz’s essence began shuffling through the universe until she reconstructed inside E3. It was pandemonium, people running every which way and magic exploded every which way. Her hands tensed as she aimed at a few of the slower patrons, beckoning a force field to envelop them with its security. Too many were attacking for just her to take care of and she didn’t know how long it would be until Genevieve and Axel appeared. At this moment, she had to choose who was more important. Two were congregating around a woman and a man – two of the game makers – and thus was given Thaz’s priority.

She sped towards them, her thighs screaming as she focused on every molecule that buzzed in that vicinity. Molecule manipulation was an inaccurate process and so it had to be given a larger range – there was always a possibility that the game makers would be hit, but Thaz was confident in her ability to strike. The molecules that were under her metaphorical thumb began to expand until small scale detonations exploded around the four, none hitting her targets but causing enough chaos to shake the terrain.