Revival Area

Beatrice was blown backwards from the explosion, falling onto her rear after a few attempts at trying to stabilize herself. Her grip on the wrench was strong enough to hold during the initial explosion, but after she lost balance, it fell from her hands. The mechanic was back on her feet in moments, the large wrench back in her grip.

"What're ye talkin' boot?" The Scot growled at the psychic, waving an angry fist. "I'm talkin' jist fi-"

It was at that point that the telekinesis took hold of her wrench, and a snarl appeared on Beatrice's face as she let go and reactivated her magnet.

"Orright then, if it's tug-o'-war ye want, it's tug-o'-war ye get!" She spat, using the magnet to anchor the massive wrench in the air between the two of them. With her free hand, she pulled out another wrench, this one a regular size of about a foot, and flung it at Inida.

 

"Not even fockin'-" Beatrice began cursing when she saw what Inida was doing to the tool she threw. The larger wrench, however, was conveniently, if a bit forcefully, thrust back onto her magnet, safe and sound in her reach. She immediately put it back to work in its 'spinning barrier' from earlier, grabbing her pack of screws with her free hand. Of course, Inida had to teleport before striking, so Beatrice immediately wheeled about (Not seeing any any thing in her peripheral vision, she had to assume that Inida was somewhere behind her) to face the psychic, the Scot using the momentum of her spin to aid in throwing the entire pack of screws forcefully. The swarm of sharp metal spread out as they flew, making it hard to avoid.

When the mechanic wheeled about, the wrench trailed around her at a slightly slower speed, meeting her new front about two seconds after she was done spinning.

Action Clarification: The magnet catches the large wrench, then she spins the wrench in the air like earlier. Then she spins about and throws the screws, the wrench meeting her a few moments after.

 

"The fockin'- 's not even roight!" The mechanic cursed, raising her magnet to her face. All screws that came towards her face were sucked into the magnet, safe from drilling into her face*. A snarl appeared on her visage, taking hold of her wrench again with her non-magnetized hand. while she strode forward to meet her weary foe.

"No' happenin'!" She spat, slamming the wrench as hard as possible into the psychic.

*The screws magnetized themselves flatside down, so it actually makes for some kickass knuckle-busters.

 

"'Ow're ya even- C'MON, yew hag! Tha's no' even-" Beatrice yet again complained, getting frustrated with this back-and-forth duel between the two of them. From her new position, she had to think fast. And fast she did think. Pulling out her remaining tools, she began throwing them with the strength of a champion shot-putter, using the magnet to her full advantage in guiding them towards Inida. Considering that cover was a thing that didn't exist in that particular battleground, the mechanic sought to try and keep the two as far as possible, given that a large gap kept Beatrice from making any effort to bring this match back up close. So she kept heading backwards, putting as much distance between the two as possible while slicing her wrench in half with her glove, turning it into two shorter and easier to wield pieces.

 

"Wot. . . th' fock?!" Beatrice exclaimed, simply dumbfounded by the the surrender. In fact, she was so shocked that she dropped her wrench entirely, both halves landing on a foot, which in turn caused her to fall back onto the ground in pain, clutching both her feet.

"No' even. . . ARGH!" She grumbled and complained, lying there, waiting to be teleported out. "I swear, I'm gonna get tha' houk. . ."

OOC: Closure. Because I felt like it.