John was walking through the city, heading back to his apartment after a long day of traversing Redbridge. He was exhausted and about ready to keel over. As he passed an apartment building he heard footsteps behind him. His stomach dropped in fear. He didn't know which was worse. The footsteps belonging to Blades, or Outcasts. He whirled around, his hands starting to glow with a white light, absorbing the light from sources in nearby apartments. As he finished his rotation, a red light shot through the air and grazed his shoulder. His arm burned like hell and he clenched his teeth to keep from screaming. Good news was that now he knew who he was dealing with. A Blade patrol. In his opinion, much better than angry Outcasts. John dove behind cover as did the Blade who had shot him, and his two partners. John closed his eyes, blocking out the sound of the lasers from the Blade's guns hitting the rubble he was hiding behind. Finally his hand began to glow brightly. Tendrils of light snaked out, creeping towards the blades. The tendrils wrapped around their throats and lifted them into the air. The Blade's clawed at their throats, trying to get air. John stepped out from behind cover and looked at them, anger in his eyes. He considered intensifying the heat of the tendrils so that they burned the Blade's but his conscience took over. He waved his hands and the Blade's were sent flying back, hitting an apartment building with an audible thud. His hands were shaking as he started to return to his original path, the gun in hand.