Before any living creature in that room, a capsule was set off, and Violet was standing in the smoke, looking down the corridor with a scoped M16 in her left hand, a rocket laucher on her right shoulder, and a tactical knife in her belt that wasn't there before. She had also powered up to her full (yet comparatively low) power level of 300,000.

There she stood, perfectly still, not even moving a microbe's width as anything with a pulse and breathing would have done. Whatever was coming would get the change to surrender or explain itself, but it would fall dead before it got the chance to harm anyone.