Stryker turned, with quicksilver reflexes fueled through the elf's sheer willpower, and jumped forward towards the nearest cover, with magic arcing and swirling in his eyes. A huge arc of liquid spellfire jumped from his hand towards the at the front. He saw the Johnson reacting as fast as he did... Hoping that this won't make her a target, Stryker decided to try and get the enemy's attention. He had a good idea how to do that...
"Always take out the leader first. It weakens morale, reaction and maneuverability of the enemy squad. It's like blinding, deafening and dumbing down your opponent. And if possible, do it in a way that will strike fear in the hearts of his subordinates." - his Combat Tactics trainer voice roared like distant thunder through his head, as the arc of massive, almost uncontrollable power surged through the Spellweaver's body, burning like liquid silver. With the sound of the very threads of reality torn, and roaring, unstoppable power of the Manastreams the spell surged from Stryker's hand, hitting the enemy leader with massive force, pouring liquid magic into his body in deadly amounts.
Everyone saw the magic and light show - that was probably visible from a few blocks away - and most Awakened and spellcasters in the victinity suddenly flinched for a second. The team felt the surging magic also... But Stryker was an F/X like from a Karl Kombatmage trid. His hair suddenly turned pure silver, and silvery mist poured like smoke from his eyes. His voice distorted felt like a mental thunder that everyone heard. "Cover me!"