Maybe, you think, you just need to try something. You spent thousands of years staring into yourself, contemplating the nature of your power; the things you can do, the things you might be able to do, the things you manifestly cannot do. There are very few things in the latter category; what you cannot imagine and subsequently describe mathematically.
(It occurs to you that here in the future they might have some exciting new mathematics for you--you look forward to exploring them.)
You know yourself down to the very quarks, and are aware of the constant changing nature of it: of the shift of electrons through their orbits, of the changes in polarity as your body generates infinitesimal quantities of antimatter, and subsequently annihilates it. You are aware of where you were, and where you are, and where you will be, and the disposition of every single particle that composes your being.
Around you, you are aware of mass and energy down to at least the atomic level; a part of your mind has been working this entire time on reaching the same level of finesse that you have for your own self with the rest of the universe. It is more difficult, requires more of your brain power, but if you manage it--well. The possibilities are endless. Walking through walls is just the beginning--not that you need to, with teleportation, but it would be a great way to prank your.
Not your students; they've been dead for millennia upon millennia. So has Nanami. Damn it. But to prank someone. Maybe Elias. He might be prankable.
The thought comes to you again: Maybe you should just try something.
You are, after all, running at a hundred and twenty percent. If ever there was a time to push things, it is now.
A stray curse--daemon--comes for you, and you smack it down like the bug that it is, and.
Black flash.
Another one. And another daemon shattered to pieces by your fists. And you are absolutely riding the high, it is amazing, and--
Why not?
Your command over everything outside of yourself may yet be on the particulate level, but yourself--you think you just might be able to control your existence on a quantum level. The thought provokes a laugh; if only your friends were alive to see you now, floating a metre over a mangled battlefield, the thunder of weaponsfire echoing in the background along with screeches and shouts and screams and--
You can do this.
You can help break the siege, and close the next portal--you just have to be in two places at one time.
Mathematically, you can work it out, have worked it out, a long, long time ago, trapped in the Prison Realm. It's not, technically speaking, physically possible, but is that not the essence of your technique? To manifest the imaginary, the theoretical, the impossible, and impose it upon reality?
So in those seconds of pure euphoria, you help but think: Why not?
The equations are easy. It's so simple to plug in the numbers that currently apply, to adjust them on the fly; you can set your mind to doing it automatically, but you take the time, five long seconds, to set it all up manually, before letting it go. You need it to be as up to date as the equations running Infinity, and you need it to work with those equations, and you need it all to run together across all dimensions--
All dimensions.
Including, you realise, that one on the other side of the portals.
It strikes you like an epiphany, and you laugh again; anyone looking at you from the outside would probably find you quite mad-seeming, but you have never been more stable, balanced, and sane.
If you include that dimension, the convoluted, warping, shifting nature of it.
You can do it.
You alter the equations, and use another five whole seconds, at one-hundred-twenty percent, to run the numbers again. And then again. And then--
And then.
You are at the siege, back at the coordinates you used when you first arrived here. Easy.
You activate the vox, speaking into it:
"Captain, I'm here to help." You grin, and it's audible. "The portal's down, so no reinforcements will be coming." And then--you dive into the fray.
[] Keep hitting things with your fists; you're on a roll with Black Flash, you might as well ride it.
[] Use your technique to take out a cluster of daemons, and give the marines some room to breathe.
[] Ignore the small fry; there are nasty-looking siege engines here, working hard to bust through the thick walls of the fortress. You should make them go away.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
Meanwhile
You are at the next coordinates, in what was a fortified emplacement, surrounded by corpses, and madly weeping, eyeless people. There's not a whole lot you can do for them right now--except exorcise the daemons and close the portal. Well. You can do one thing, and you do: You put up a veil, and evacuate everyone still alive under it.
As usual, when you approach the portal, you ignore the daemons; they can't touch you behind Infinity, and--
The portal is.
You can see.
[] Look.
[] Don't look.
(Your quarks are vibrating. You can feel the strings that entangle you to yourself, and you know you cannot keep this up forever. How long will this last? Who knows; not long, though. You have two bodies and one mind, your awareness split between them, and your mind burning up; if it weren't for the constant flow of RCE through you, you would be dead for even trying this. You are painfully aware of this.)