[He looks a little smug. Like he clearly thinks he's got her on the backfoot. She needed some sort of external power for her guns and now that's left her. But his AT Field is the light of his soul. As long as he can construct an image of himself, it is a sacred space in which no one may enter without him choosing to allow it.
He raises his hand and once again blocks the blow with that geometric light. The ripple of force ruffles his hair and sparks from the explosion illuminate him in a shower of dazzling light.]
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[He looks a little smug. Like he clearly thinks he's got her on the backfoot. She needed some sort of external power for her guns and now that's left her. But his AT Field is the light of his soul. As long as he can construct an image of himself, it is a sacred space in which no one may enter without him choosing to allow it.
He raises his hand and once again blocks the blow with that geometric light. The ripple of force ruffles his hair and sparks from the explosion illuminate him in a shower of dazzling light.]
Seems like you've lost your advantage.