Reincarnation Wars - IC *Still Recruiting*

[Conor77]

The stormtrooper, still unaware of the cyborg running towards it, stopped, raised a hand to the side of its helmet, nodded once, and turned around to run in the other direction. It made it around the corner, followed swiftly by the deft electronic legs of the 16 year old. The trooper's shoulders sagged with relief when it saw the portal at the end of the block. With a last burst of energy, it began to sprint towards it.

No! Stop him!
I have it! I will call upon the Charter.
"Anet, Callow, Ferhew, Trobodaer!"

Conor saw a flash of the effect of the spell a split second before it was fired. "NO!", he yelled as he bucked the hand that had been outreached towards the stormtrooper into the sky.

A few dozen slivers of some kind of gold metal flew from his fingertips into the air in a deadly burst. The stormtrooper, noticing the shout and blast, turned and raised its blaster. But at this point, Conor's new metal legs had carried him into the soldier, mere feet in front of the portal's shimmering colors. The human struggled underneath him, but an exhausted human has no strength at all compared to robotic limbs. Conor clutched at the arms, pinned them to teh soldiers chest, and ignored the vicious kicks aimed at him as he knelt on top of the soldier.

He ripped off the helmet, first thing. He saw a woman's face, sweaty and flushed, her short hair a complete tangled mess. She was struggling angrily and futilely against the robot arms. He drew Nehima, in the guidance of the one in his mind. The soldier's eyes widened. She struggled harder. He held the sword up, so that she had no choice but to look at it. her eyes slowly went from panicked and angry to unfocused and dazed, her limbs slowing as though she was struggling through syrup.

C'mon, c'mon...

And in a flash behind his eyes, he drew himself through Nehima, and into her memories.