He spun a minor arc, sending bursts of beams into opponents on both sides of her, matching her moves flawlessly. Over a year of moving together, training together, and knowing each other's moves and minds made their actions uncanny.
All was going well until a giant seemed to shake the deck, and landed nearby. It was yellow, and featureless, and very tough.
"Company!"
Some of the AIM soldiers were headed for a museum entrance, and others were wrestling with a canon, and Scott split his attention, his mind sorting images for a plan.