Xcom 2- War Of The Chosen Direct

Not electrical failure. The psionic pressure in the room collapsed inward, then exploded outward. Every soldier dropped to a knee, clutching their temples. Fix vomited. Dust whispered a prayer in Arabic. Kai’s sword clattered to the ground.

“She’s here,” Dust said, hefting her cannon. “She was waiting.” XCOM 2- War of the Chosen

Dust didn’t flinch. She spun, cannon roaring, but the Assassin was already three meters left, laughing—a sound like dry leaves skittering on concrete. Not electrical failure

“You want to understand fear? You want to know why we fight? Then you have to lose first. You have to fail. And you have to watch us walk away with something you can’t take.” ” Dust said