Lu Xuang, master of lightning, proved elusive as he dodged and weaved through the battlefield. Epsilon, recognizing the challenge in neutralizing the Cybrid's agility, recalibrated the nullification fields to project a wide arc of energy, attempting to ensnare Lu Xuang within its grasp. The air crackled with suppressed energy as Lu Xuang countered with swift, precise strikes, attempting to breach Epsilon's defenses.
Theta, observing the chaos unfold, noted the intricate dance of combat with a mix of admiration and strategy. His calculations accounted for every variable—the Cybrids' proficiency in elemental manipulation, their adaptability in the face of technological superiority, and the looming imperative to capture them alive.
"Maintain pressure," Theta commanded through the squad's encrypted communication channel. "We're close. Coordinate for the final containment sequence."