C360. Escape
'Who the fuck is Mike.'
That thought ravaged through her almost empty head, seemingly being the only thing that her fragile mind could hold on to, in a desperate bit to maintain her sanity.
"Dragon's Soul."
As luck would have it, one of her teammates was cognitive enough to activate the 4th tier resistance spell, Dragon's soul on instinct alone. Thanks to their passive resistance to mental attacks and fear, they were able to barely resist the pressure they felt from his cold gaze.
Despite this only being possible simply because the bulk of the pressure was not directed at him.
"Bastard! How-how dare you to continue to mock me!"
At this point, veins began to bulge in Teyla's deathly pale forehead as she refused to accept the drastic change in the situation before her eyes. Stubbornly ignoring the fact that she has almost just lost control of her bladder only a moment ago.