Disorganizes villains' defenses

It was Crested, folding fan in hand, who turned my way as I walked in their direction. All of the darkness of the hospital was in my eyes. My anger at everyone I couldn't change or fix was in my body language. The aura was one thing, but I could be the focus of those feelings of fear and awe that my power stirred in them.

Crested swung the fan. I knew what to expect, and I wasn't surprised when the fan spun, the folded metal slats multiplying, as the fan became a circle that became a spiral, each multiplied slat larger than the last. The effect was reminiscent of an ammonite fossil. A shield of interconnected metal slats that bit into the road and formed a wall between me and them.

"Crested!" Bluestocking called out. "We need a barrier against-"

Crested started to fold it up, but it was too slow. I flew forward, forcefield up, and hit the barrier, just to add to the intimidation and shake the other guys.

I hit the barrier again.

It kept them from erecting a defense. Prancer grabbed Velvet and leaped up to higher ground. Others ran for cover in the last seconds. Some tried to approach me, to use the other side of Crest's barrier to defend themselves. I pushed out with my aura to discourage them in the last moment.

I was barely touched, as it washed over me like hot air from a hair dryer. Others were dragged a hundred feet down the road, pushed back and away from the bottleneck. Bluestocking's blue stocking was shredded by the contact with the road, stained red.

They were a jumbled heap. They hadn't pushed past the bottleneck or delivered a serious blow to Advance Guard before the bizarre siege weapon hit.

I flew back to our side.

- Shadow 5.4