Constructing something like this was almost second nature to Skye at this point; but that didn't mean it was necessarily easy. The one good thing about a SWAT team was that their faces tended to be covered so she at least could just replicate the one body with minimal changes. Their movement was going to be easy. No speaking to minimise the strain on her body. Once she was happy with the realisation of the individual figures, she imagined their movement as a solid, bursting in through the doors. This was where she needed to be cautious. If she made the SWAT team fire straight away, the robbers would surely soon notice that the bullets weren't doing any harm to them. She opened her eyes and saw the team run into the room, along with Sterling starting to move. When the gunshots started, she didn't have much of a choice but to have the SWAT fire back. She did, however, follow Sterling's lead and sneak up behind one of them. Knocking them out was preferable, but killing was occasionally more than necessary. She crept behind one of them, glancing at Sterling. When he dropped the arrogance he was honestly pretty tolerable. He drove her insane but he was a great partner in pretty much every single circumstance. She'd never admit it to his face, but she actually liked working with him. When he kept his mouth shut.
Taking a deep breath, she made even more faceless SWAT officers join their comrades, this time making them yell to the men to hit the ground. When nobody did, she rolled into one of them, landing with a knee on their chest and using her momentum to drive a fist into his face. She drew blood and more satisfyingly, she knocked him out. Drawing a knife, she got to her feet, waiting for somebody else to come to her. Somebody did, but from behind, wrapping large arms around her frame and brandishing a knife. They seemed to be using her to try and get Sterling to stop whatever the hell he was doing. First mistake. They weren't paying quite enough attention to her, so when she dropped her weight, the element of surprise was enough to throw them off. An elbow driven into their stomach made them drop her. Their second mistake had been forgetting to disarm her, so a knife driven into their stomach took them out. Taking a moment to recover, she glanced around for Sterling.
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Ollie clearly wasn't disguising his concern quite as well as he thought he was, because Theo seemed to notice. But before he got the full question out, Theo was pinned to a wall by somebody who was so big, he dwarfed Theo. Instinctively, Ollie pressed into the shadows, a knife in his hand, heart pounding. Watching the way this man had no problem pressing Theo against a wall terrified Ollie, especially when he saw the panic in Theo's face. He got the message loud and clear, but still hesitated for a moment. Common sense overruled the fear that he was still trying to put a name to. He nodded once, before bursting open the nearest door and running. He was halfway down the stairs when a vision hit him so hard he almost stumbled and fell. He saw Theo getting back on his feet, fighting back, but the man was just too powerful, too strong. He saw Theo hit the ground and not get back up. And he was turning and scrambling back up the stairs. He didn't know what he was doing, but he wasn't going to leave Theo behind. Somebody, possibly Theo, was going to kick his ass later, but he wasn't quite thinking straight.
Almost exactly as he'd seen in his vision, Theo had knocked him away, and both were facing each other. The masked man was facing Ollie, but was entirely focused on Theo. By the looks of it, he hadn't even noticed Ollie. Keeping his moment slow and sticking as close to the shadows as he could, he edged into the room. Step by step, slowly, slowly. But moments after the figure pulled the knife, he noticed Ollie. "You brought your friend? This one's a weakling." The figure almost growled. There was a moment of stillness; and then he lunged for Ollie. He was the easier target, as far as he was concerned. Ollie still had the knife in his hand, but was a fraction of a second too slow reacting and had his arm and shoulder slashed as a reward. The knife clattered out of his hand, and Ollie stared in panic for a moment. A fist drawn into the stomach did nothing to the thug and just made him chuckle beneath his mask. But it was a distraction, and he looked past the figure at Theo.