[h2]Alessa Heather: Streets of Denver (Storm Drain)[/h2]
Well, Margrave's rubber bullets at least did a fair amount of damage to the thugs behind Eyeblight. She imagined those would be rather a nuisance to the other assault team on the other end of the tunnel too... as for Eyeblight himself, he was barely fazed even after losing an arm, and punished Margrave by knocking him on his ass, then reattaching his arm like nothing had ever happened. And dammit all, he was avoiding Messiah's own heat beams like nobody's business! Those were [i]invisible[/i] and [i]extremely fast![/i] What did it take to stop this guy?

'Team, we have a problem,' she heard Sonar declare, as though he were right next to her rather than many meters away. 'Something happened the moment the hostages were moved. I'm hearing something new. Tick tick tick tick.' Messiah's eyes widened at that... a bomb? Was the drain pipe itself wired, or was it one of the hostages? All of them, maybe? Crap, she didn't know. Somebody needed to try and defuse that thing, and she certainly couldn't do it. 'We're slightly preoccupied over here, I'm afraid!' she whisper-shouted, quiet enough that Eyeblight hopefully wouldn't hear, forceful enough to make the point.

Then Eyeblight threw the knife, directly toward Messiah herself. Tulpa moved to deflect it, but even as she did, the robed girl had begun momentarily emitting a great quantity of heat, mostly directed up and down from her front like a force field. If the knife kept moving in a straight path, it'd melt and collapse into a blob, or maybe droplets, of liquid almost immediately, and even if the molten object  still reached her, it'd be slowed enough by its own loss of structural integrity and somewhat-aerodynamic shape that it'd probably not even damage the body armour underneath her robe. That, and it'd resolidify into a useless lump of metal and plastic on contact as her body sucked all the heat away from it. Even if it missed, it'd probably still melt as it passed her, and probably be spilled across the floor of the sewer pipe as a result, just as useless as before.

Either way, once the wall of heat had dissipated, Tulpa had ended up largely in front of her, whilst Margrave had found himself a ways further forward from there, retreating some distance so as to... build a wall of LEGO bricks? Knowing Margrave, this would probably be rather more dangerous than it looked, but Messiah couldn't begin to imagine how. Or hadn't the time to do so, rather. Tulpa was already giving out instructions for her plan: 'make the heat pinpricks in size', 'aim at and around him', 'multiple points of contact', 'aim for limbs'. Was that right? Shouldn't she be figuring out a plan herself? Shouldn't that be her duty as leader? 

She'd need to come up with something herself if she wanted to deal with this guy, but for now, she was sure Tulpa's plan might work well enough. And, well... after that outburst of temperature, she wasn't exactly running on a full tank. She'd be fine for the moment, but if she had to resort to UV radiation... well, that probably wouldn't affect Eyeblight to begin with, but it'd be far more insidiously dangerous than a beam of heat if she accidentally struck a companion. So, pinpricks of heat; she could send out very concentrated heat spots, potentially starting minute fires on Eyeblight's body if they hit, but if he could dodge heat beams, he could probably dodge those too... he might not notice them for how small they were by comparison, though. It was worth a shot, at least, and might give her the time she needed to think. As she moved slightly to the right just to ensure she didn't strike Tulpa, she began rapidly sending the heat bursts forth as instructed by Tulpa, aiming both around him to cut off escape routes and at his limbs to cause damage, hot enough to sear flesh on contact, and certainly hot enough to set dry straw alight.