[b]This time, the cash register slammed against something very clearly not a head, the mercs now using their hard light shielding to full power. The register pinged agains the shielding as the merc let out a low laugh.[/b] [i]"It's a manipulator... Pulse him."[/i] [b]Quickly, an assassin pulled a small black cube from his pack, aiming it forward as a nauseous feeling suddenly overtook Vorim, as his head began to beat and swirl, the room slowly shifting around him. The vibrations the box was letting off was interfering with his pain receptors and sense of balance.[/b]