"You're in the wrong neighbourhood, chickadee." A faintly familiar drawl said from the shadows as a beam of energy erupted from a strange weapon. One that, while not actually breaking Rachel's shield, would strain it heavily.

More shadowy visages started coalescing out of seemingly nowhere. The Marauders. All of them, by the looks of it.

"Doc should've put up a sign. This bitch's brain is his now." A mentally-projected Arclight sneered, sending a seismic wave rolling towards Rachel, Stephanie, Marcelo and the projected Sancho.