The Corpus response was swift, and the petite Frame was quickly surrounded. Plasma rifles are cocked, orders barked. Mag tilts her glassy head inquisitively, power coils humming as she unleashes an enormous electromagnetic pulse. The Corpus reel, shields malfunctioning, proxies surging with junk data. Mag pulls a fistful of shuriken from her thigh pouch and flicks them at her foes, trusting their magnetised bodies to help the stars find their mark. Mag's tea is a dipole of basic black and white teas, accented with bright pomegranate and scattered with sparks of marigold blossoms. Switch the polarity, Tenno, and control the field.
This tea contains a moderate level of caffeine | Steep at 190° for 3 minutes.