Alan watched as Daisy entered through the hole in the wall. She took out a vial of silvery substance, pouring it over his wounds. A soft glow began emanating from her hands, and Alan felt his mind begin to clear. Feeling seeped back into his legs, and with it pain.

Alan shut his eyes. He didn't want to cry in front of the pretty girl. Then there was a flash of heat, and the pain was gone.

"Nanites and psionics, pretty miraculous stuff," Daisy said. "Now come on, we need to find the area boss."

Alan stepped off the cot unsteadily, surprised to find himself still in his power armor. It had even regenerated enough energy for ten minutes of invisibility. They found his items next door. According to Eve if he had died the items except for Reaper’s Scythe would have despawned with him.

"So, what happened?" Alan asked, following Ace as he charged down the corridor.

"Well, MadMerlin and KingArthur turned our shield generator into a makeshift bomb, taking out the armored vehicles but dying in the process. The blast somehow made a miniature EMP," Daisy said.

Ace ran into two soldiers who shot at him but their bullets didn't appear to do any damage. Ace punched the first and they were pulverized, crumpling under the blow like a piece of paper. A kick took care of the other soldier.

"Damn," Alan said.

"Yeah, I think he's what gamers like to call over powered," Daisy said.

"Enough chit-chat," Ace called out. "We've cleared the first floor now but there's no sign of any area boss. They're required to stay near the Control Point, so we need to make our way into the courtyard."

"Are you forgetting the laser cannons?" Alan asked.

"Thiago and Aphrodite are taking care of one, Kitana and DaLong the other. Come on," Ace said, punching through a wall. Alan blinked, clearing away the dust. Before him was the courtyard, the Control Point at the center.

Ace strode forwards. Daisy stood back in the hallway, watching; Alan waited with her.

Enemies flickered into existence under the arches facing the control points, fifty metal skeletons that looked like terminators, each carrying a minigun, a massive six-barreled machine gun that began pouring round after round into Ace.

He staggered under the rain of fire, whatever passive resistance he possessed beginning to buckle underneath the constant barrage.

Alan whipped out his sniper rifle, taking precious seconds to line up a shot. He fired, and the plasma bolt passed through the target, striking a wall. The robots noticed Alan, turning to direct their fire at him. He and Daisy dived to the side of the hole in the wall as bullets begin pouring through.

Put your hand into the stream of fire, Eve commanded.

What?

Trust me!

After the jumping fiasco?

Do it. Remember Daisy is here to heal you.

Sighing, Alan hesitantly poked his pinky into the line of fire, expecting it to be blown off. Instead, the bullets passed through Alan's finger, as if they weren't real.