[Suzerain of Sheol]

Aaron chuckles, shaking his head. "No, no, not reloading, firing it, rather. It's keyed to the wielder's psychic aura and feeds off of it to empower the rounds. Blowing through the clip is enough to wind you, at least, maybe more. And if a powerful psychic were to use it, they could potentially overload the crystal and cause it to explode." His smile broadens. "Use it with caution, save it for a rainy day, all that."

Studying Michael for a moment longer, he continues. "I can't help with penetration wards -- not much of a psychic myself, way better at the hands-on stuff, but they didn't teach you basic mental defenses at whatever celebratory you studied at? Or you mean protecting other people's minds?"

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Casting a sidelong glance over to Dante, Shealtiel asks him in a weary tone, "What exactly were you just attempting to do? I doubt anyone here relishes a blind man firing an experimental weapon at..." he turns to fully regard the young man. "What exactly were you firing at? Trying to put these miserable souls out of their misery?"

He pauses for a moment, looking almost regretful. "What if I were to tell you that every man you've killed, Lucifer, has gone to a fate far worse than what you see here?" After a moment, he laughs breathlessly and adds, "Whether you should believe that or not, I leave to your impeccable judgment."

Remembering the Nephilim's limit on them, Shealtiel turns to Feenai, asking, "How long have we been out here?"

At that, Miathaias raises a snowy eyebrow, but remains silent for now. His gaze flicks idly toward the APC in the distance. Whether the gesture is of significance remians unclear.