The hiss of two aspects of reality coming apart is not lost on him, and Nicholas pivots and dives smoothly in avoidance of the light streaking over dark. Being fired upon by heat- or plasma-based projectiles is not what he would consider a conventional noctivagant activity, even for him - his nighttime habits are somewhat more atypical compared to most. The warm blaze of the bright bolts sear past, charging the air with the stench of ozone.

With a fluid pull, Nicholas draws his sidearm which opens with the high electrical whine of a building charge, unfurling into a sinuous weapon that somehow approximates a snake. The intruder is well within his sights but he refrains from opening direct fire, holding rigid in a low crouch.