Locus's head lifted, staring blindly in the direction of the blade...before Tucker's power cast it harmlessly aside, still airborne but no longer aiming to put an end to the monster, and consequentially everyone else.

Of course, now that just left Felix, who was grasping at his own chest in an effort to prevent the machine from detonating within him. Or at all. But his fingers couldn't dig deep enough, and a second later it was bursting forth, dried bits of gore spilling out as the machine was tripped past his ribcage, glowing brighter as detonation began and then --