Even as 57 walked away, he heard a voice speak behind him. How his opponent had survived was irrelevant, a mystery to be resolved later. But by speaking, his opponent had lost any chance of catching 57 by surprise. Even without turning, he already knew the attack that would be coming his way merely from the description provided by his opponent. 57 jumped up, flipping in mid-air to grab a hold of the pipelines above him. The room below him was blasted with fire, but the refracted rays of heat that struck him were sufficiently weakened that his suit could absorb them with ease. In realizing the limitations placed upon his opponent's capabilities, 57 had received an immense advantage in the form of an early-warning system and description of all incoming attacks. And against a being such as 57, the 2 seconds it took to speak were a lifetime.
Dropping to the ground, 57 was already moving out of the way of the next attack. He had calculated the diameter and heat unleashed by Magi's attacks, allowing him to dodge the minimum necessary distance to ascertain no damage. From a mere glance at the starting orb, he could quite easily calculate the intensity of the attack and act as such. Once he had quantified this correlation, dodging the walls of fire and ice had become a piece of cake, and he had become nearly impossible to hit. Walls and obstacles were broken apart in mere moments, provided he could even be caught within.
Once more, 57 fired his weapon, timing it perfectly in the middle of the chant of an offensive spell, making it impossible for his opponent to erect some form of shield. The bullet struck at Mach 3, ripping through his body at such a speed that it didn't even create the shockwave of a normal body. In strage irony, this made the shots far less lethal - the damage inflicted was limited to the hole created, as opposed to the kinetic force that would be released into Magi's inner organs had the bullet become lodged in his flesh. But a hole was a hole, and general scientific consensus agreed that having holes where they weren't supposed to be was - on the whole - bad for your health.
"You should have stayed quiet, mage. You've become your own undoing. I-" Midspeech, 57 was cut off by the communication by Tyler, directed straight into his brain. It was clear that he had been enraged, and what the cause of his anger was. 57 would have to tread carefully, were he to not arouse the ire of his companion. Or his lead.
"The drones deployed have been programmed to recognize mutants based upon a standard UV-scan analysis with 86% accuracy rating. They are also specifically programmed to retaliate to any perceived form of harm." 57 never spoke, instead simply leaving the room Magi was in without a word, prioritising the possible alienation of his former ally. His thoughts were transmitted through electronic signals, translated into vocal messages by the communications device carried by Tyler. "I was not aware that there were children within the base, Tyler, there was no way I could have known. And our drones are not programmed to recognize children, because doing so accurately is hard without in-depth examination." Quickly, 57 headed towards Tyler's position.
A number of commands were given to the drones that had already taken down most of the base. Protocol would demand that he simply continue the extermination, regardless of the presence of children, and he would agree. These children were soldiers, forced to be such by the madmen in charge of this terrorist group, turned into living weapons. They were too dangerous to allow to live. However, 57 was well aware of Tyler's emotional and impulsive nature, it would be best to placate him now. The drones would pull back, forming a perimiter at every known exit to the base.
"I've given the order for all drones to retreat to the entrance. This will minimize any unintentional casualties. Taking into account the presence of children, we will attempt to negotiate a surrender from the terrorists. I will transmit this message to them using the vocal transmitters in the drones, and attempt to arrange some form of meeting. Unless you have any sort of objection to this proposal? It seems to me like this would be the only method to avoid the death of more children."