The Black Guard doesn't dodge quickly enough, the energy skimming over his arm in his attempt to dodge. It's too much for him to handle, isn't like liquid energy at all. The energy courses up his arm, visible in an even brighter glow along his circuits - and spreads across his body. He falls to the ground, stunned until his processors can get over the sudden intake.

A crystal pattern starts to sneak up his arm like a virus, eventually dissolving and continuing towards the Black Guard's torso. It takes some time, but it's a short-circuit: deadly to programs.

Rinzler growls and all three remaining foes move at once, the flanking Black Guards trying to contain her arms. They get her arms, she can be down for the count long enough to give the final strike.

Alan, meanwhile, is typing a mile a minute; he can't stop to consider Dairine. There's a lot of faulty code on the disc, and he's only human. Like most nightmares, it seems like he'll never get to the end. But he can't give up now.