He knew the amour shielded him from the head and radiation, and he saw the scarab’s shields go up, but it didn’t stop his stomach from dropping when he saw the beam connect.
"Shit. Shitshitshit." He hissed, weaving around the last of the stragglers and directing a couple to the shelter he’d passed further up the street. Why did regular people have to be so slow? He shifted his route slightly at Jaime’s advice, heading east and advising people none-to-kindly that if they didn’t want to have several third degree burns and eleven kinds of cancer by next Wednesday they should probably get the hell out of the warehouse district.
"Blue? You alright?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even over the comm.
"Okay! Hurry can’t you-? Just do it!" Jaime yelled, and it was difficult to care less about who overheard. The armor’s shield seemed to curl away from his form, creating a sphere that stretched out towards the Atomic Skull, before another blast knocked Jaime to the ground.
The scarab was already sticking him full of pain relievers, but Jaime snarled as he shoved off the ground, rolling away just in time to prevent going out by way of bug lamp.
"Could use some back up, KF. This guy’s not letting - up!" Jaime hissed, playing a game of tag with nuclear energy, trying to bounce back the rays that were tossed his way without actually sending them anywhere. All the while, the scarab whispered re-calibration settings into his ear.