Cold-Blooded

Synergy

The man latched onto Alias's throat with ease, tightening his vice-like grip as her hands came up to pry his hand away, and he grinned even harder as she realised he wasn't bound by the rules of time. "Surprise," he said in a humourous tone before locking his elbow so that she was hoisted above him. "Time is an arbitrary unit made useful to those that need it, but time doesn't exist in my world. As the Chaoseater, I only wander where chaos exists and it seems as if I'm looking at her, the lone wolf, with other lone wolves. Nothing but destruction lies in your wake with nothing to save you from absolution."

"Don't think I asked for your monologue," she managed to choke out and Chaos raised a peculiar brow, his other hand reaching up to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand even as she leaned away from it. "But you're right, you did find chaos." Ice instantly washed over his hand and a single punch sent it shattering, the chokehold to Alias gone as Chaos stumbled back clutching onto the rest of his arm.

"Oh, that's interesting. Arcadius charges her power after all. Then I guess it's my turn." He lifted his already-regenerated arm and Alias felt a sudden wave roll over her, a tightness that completely restricted her muscles and locked her nerves; she wasn't even capable of feeling the cold underneath her skin. She had no chance to flinch away or avoid what was coming because the man brought his hand up and flicked the centre of her forehead, that not only blasted her backwards but created a shockwave that disturbed the bridge's structure, the stillness of time and the vehicles that were silently resting.

Only one real-time second passed when Jason had brought out his gadget, noticing that Alias wasn't next to him and the cracking of air alerting him to her flying frame, alongside other soaring trucks and cars. "Holy shit...Alias!" He gritted his teeth as he dove past the edge of the platform and used his grappling hook to touch down on a jeep, knowing that if he stayed up there he would've been crushed. Rex had teleported whilst the chaos was happening and barely missed being smacked in the head by a tyre and turned his head to witness the vehicle crunch and tumble to a rough stop, his eyes widening when Alias recovered in front of him.

"Can you...clear this bridge?" she called out to him as an explosion sounded off behind them. "There's not many vehicles but all of them can cause collateral damage I'm not prepared to clean up."

"On it." The blonde Meta jogged to an unscratched vehicle and teleported with it, and she hissed as the haze suddenly sparked against her cheeks with a heavy aching it dragged her to her knees, and Jason hopped over bonnets and rushed to her assuming she was in serious trouble.

"I'm okay," she told him as he helped her upright. "Just need to―" The bridge shook again, the ferocity of the tremors almost bringing them to their knees and Rex appeared for short moments before moving more cars away from the fight.

"He's really starting to piss me off," Jason commented coldly, crouching down to unsheath his All-Blades. "Got my back?"

"As long as you have mine." She smiled at his visor, knowing he was doing the same, and heard a suspension cable snap beside them. The unusual strain to the cable sent it snapping back and forth, and she had to shove him out of the way before he was viciously cut in half. The end of the cable shredded everything in its path, leaving a jagged scar in the asphalt, the entire bodywork of a Mini and...Alias looked down at her left arm. It was...gone. Completely severed from the bone, an unnaturally clean cut. She froze for a second as Jason regained his footing and had the words to yell at her for shoving him, again, without warning but didn't move when he glared at her arm.

"Alias, your―" Another of the bridge's cables snapped from its place, closer to Jason this time, and Alias threw her hand up, her frosty aura halting the cables in time. As much as she wanted to absolutely freak out and panic about the fact she was missing half of her arm, she did what was sensible in this intense situation and constructed a replacement. Violet ice slithered from her bicep downwards, sculpting itself into an identical left forearm with the wrist, palm, thumb and fingers rolling into actuality. She tested it briefly to make sure it was in sync with her nerves and muscles before looking at Jason.