[i]Huh. XCOM. What's next, Lord of the Rings? Star Trek? Then the guys who had flanked us started shooting the shield. Which, newsflash to anyone who's never maintained a psionic shield under fire, hurts like a bitch. To distract myself from the pain, I started reciting an old poem I was find of. Seemed appropriate, give the situation. "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole..."[/i]