[b]SIXGUN[/b]

He had been injudicious with his ammunition, spraying bullets without caution. That mistake was going to end here. He raised the nickel-plated revolver, wished Pariah would've let him have his own Rugers. Aiming carefully, he fired only twice- once for each of the possessed apprentices, straight into the head.

Ben didn't make the amateur mistake of waiting to see what effect his bullets had, instead immediately turning on Santana and firing his last four rounds directly against the man's shield, hoping to help Fontana and Witchfinder break down his defenses.

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[b]SONJA[/b]

Sonja winced as the woman tore the dead snake from her throat. A living construct had been a mistake. While the trick would have worked on most inexperienced sorcerers, the acolyte had clearly been prepared for it. Light's tackle, at least, seemed to catch her off guard for a moment, as did the sprinklers bursting into life and the room filling with steam as the water hit the pyro. 

A desperate plan came to her as she ripped off her fogged sunglasses. Sonja took advantage of the momentary confusion as Light struggled with the acolyte. Quickly cupping her hands beneath the spray of water from the sprinkler, Sonja let sparkling water fill the bowl of her folded hands. She blew lightly on the water, rocked slightly. Theater, always theater.

"Abracadabra, bitch," she said as she stepped forwards and threw the water into the acolyte's face. But it didn't splash against the other woman's face like a liquid. Instead, it was suddenly a coarse white powder that clung to her skin.

Transmutation had always come easily to Sonja. Turning water to lye was difficult under the circumstances, but still relatively simple. When the water from the sprinkler hit the lye on her face, it would heat up to 200 degrees and become highly caustic. Brutal, yes. But under the circumstances, Sonja felt it was warranted. The acolyte clearly intended to kill every person in this room- if it took painful chemical burns to stop her, so be it. Sonja began scooping up another handful of water, intending to turn it to acidic vinegar to cancel out the basic lye once the acolyte was out of the fight. Thank God she had had a good high school chemistry teacher.