Iman raises her arm, ready to fire a blast, but then Rita just takes off. Holy shit, she can move in that thing. She must be strong as all hell. Iman ends up slowing and stopping completely, just watching as Rita rains down hell on the horde. That sword. Her fucking gymnastic grace.

"Fuck me," she announces to no one before recovering herself and charging forward. As if she's gonna let Rita have all the fun.

She slams her arm through a creature that's coming up behind Rita, swings and knocks another down with it, and then fires an unforgiving pulse of rippling energy, the pressure alternately crushing and ripping them apart. That was a big one, all right. With that and the battery recharge she's gonna need to wait a bit. Which is fine, cause she can sure as fuck still punch.

She draws the sidearm too, and gets several clean headshots in a row.

All right, playing field leveled. Now she can just break some faces.

She does not think about how cathartic this is.