Wade's lungs burned.
The press of Reflective Wraiths over him was suffocating. To him, it was a writhing, slashing mass of glass and shadows clawing to tear him apart.
Their shrieks filled his ears, a chorus of distorted voices echoing through the crystalline garden. Their claws tore at his armor, and he could feel the metal grinding under the pressure.
His muscles screamed with effort as he tried to move.
"Not…" he gritted his teeth, blood running from a fresh gash across his forehead, "…today."
Wade clenched his teeth, and activated the best skill for this scenario.
Fireburst.
The explosion tore through the pile like a bomb.
Flames erupted from Wade's body in a violent, expanding wave, blasting away the pile of wraiths that buried him.
Glass and shards exploded outward, the garden briefly illuminated in searing orange.
