Alice caught a flicker of movement, then the MI exploded in a glittering orange fireball that showered them with molten componentry. The shockwave threw her ten feet away to land hard on the metal container, ears ringing. She rolled and stood in a single movement, gun in hand. Xavi was up and scanning the horizon, Conner just behind drawing his hand cannon. Link was last; he had been closest to the blast and was covered with blood, clothes smoldering.