Freddy got back on his feet again.
"You'll have to do better than that to kill me, b****," he snarled loudly, likely making sure that Psymorpha would be able to hear him from across the distance between them.
"I wasn't planning on killing you, Krueger," she called back, "I can have my ways with you before your time of defeat, but it is not my place in the timeline to finish you off." She then looked over at Jason, and enacted her will once more, only this time, nothing on her glowed. The circle in the ground around Jason disappeared. Jason seemed to have sensed a change in his allowed boundaries, for he turned his head to look in a few different directions, and then he stepped forward. Finding that nothing was blocking him from moving now, he took another step forward. He paused, then turned his head toward Freddy.
"It's Jason's turn now," Psymorpha called out smugly. Freddy sharply turned his head over to Jason with a suddenly concerned look on his face.
Psymorpha didn't watch what happened next, for she instantly picked up her cloak from the ground, put it back on, keeping the hood down, as she started walking towards the pier, where Lori, Will, Kia, and Linderman were still standing and watching the scene in wonder. When she was close, Psymorpha thought of something she could do before leaving with them.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she mumbled to herself, closing her eyes. She opened them again, and faced where Freddy and Jason were. Freddy was apparently doing his best to dodge Jason's machete with his lesser weight and height, while at the same time, trying to land some blows without having weapons available. Psymorpha knew that in the current state of things, the defeat of both Freddy and Jason would be more difficult to come to be. She raised her right hand, and focused psychic energy, will, and imagination into it. The eye symbol on that hand started to glow.
Some of the dirt, more notably light-colored grains, between where she was standing and where she was restricting Jason began flying back through the air as if on a wind, and it blew itself toward Freddy. The dirt darted for his right hand, and materialized together to reform the metal plate on the back of his glove, then the ring attachments on the glove fingers for the blades, then the blades themselves, from base to tip. When the blades were completely rematerialized, the eye symbol on Psymorpha's palm stopped glowing, and she lowered her arm back down. Freddy looked at his claw glove, then back at her with a surprised expression.
"Consider it a parting gift, Krueger. I'm sure you'll need it," Psymorpha bid him.
"Oh, I'll need it, b****, to finally slice you to shreds like I should have done a long time ago," he replied angrily.
"You might want to start thinking about using it to defend yourself first," she hinted, pointing back towards Jason. Freddy turned his head around back towards Jason, he just barely had enough time to dodge another swipe of the machete. Psymorpha turned back away and continued to walk down to the pier.
She suddenly felt a swiping pain across her right calf. She let out a cry, and let her body collapse from the pain, first bending forward, then twisting halfway around, then falling the rest of the way down. She quickly looked at her right calf. Her pants had been torn, and there were four linear slices in the fabric, through which she could see she was bleeding. Before she could say or do anything, she was forced onto her back, with a hand over her neck. Freddy was right there on her right side, holding her down threateningly by the neck with his left hand, with his claw hand hovering over body. She turned her head very slightly to the right, and saw the teens starting to motion to rush to her aid.
"No, let me and him work this out," she called to them. They instantly froze. "In the meantime, why don't you all keep Jason busy?" She saw Will nod and, followed closely behind by the others, run over to where Jason was pacing toward her and Freddy. She turned her head back to face Freddy's. His eyes were full of anger and hatred, but her eyes met his with fearlessness and analyzing adaptation.
"You shouldn't have given me my blades back, then turned your back from me, b****" he growled.
"At least I gave them back to you, instead of just leaving without leaving Jason a challenging opponent without weapons of their own," she retorted, first defensively, then as a sarcastic remark. Freddy darted his claw hand up to her mouth, pressing the index blade above her upper lip.
"I don't need your self-justifying kindness, b****. You owe me from what you just put me through," he snapped. "Tell me, how powerful do you feel now?" She said nothing, sensing that it wasn't, for the most part, a legitimate question, but more like the beginning of the verbal part of his payback. He continued to look penetratingly into her eyes, as if searching for a clue that will tell him something he can use against her.
"Your eyes are glazed with intent observation. Have I finally taken down your guard? I know you. Deep down, you're a control freak, so chaos throws you off." He then paused, as if thinking back for more clues.
"Now, what else bothers you?" he asked as an obvious rhetorical question, with a tone of wondering. He shifted his gaze to her forehead.
"What is this third eye for? Is this where your future sight comes from?" he asked partly to himself.
"You really don't wanna touch that," Psymorpha warned, widening her eyes a bit. She saw an opportunity to turn reverse psychology into an offense.
"Oh, don't I?" he chuckled darkly. He shifted his claw glove hand to above her forehead. He pointed down to it with his index razor finger. He touched the tip of the blade to her forehead eye symbol, right in the middle of the symbol's iris, then started to pierce her skin. A white lightning bolt of psychic energy came out of the eye symbol, and rapidly made its way up the medal razors and up Freddy's arm. He cried out in agony from the electrocution. With a surge of power, the bolt forced Freddy backward, flinging him through the air.
"I told you you didn't wanna touch it," Psymorpha said while raising herself up. "That's where I generate my most powerful psychic energy." She then turned her attention to her wounds. She focused her will, and her eyes started to glow. Turquoise energy appeared around her lower leg under the fabric, and the energy transformed into bandages as the light from the energy faded. She then picked herself up off the ground.
"Oh, goodie. Battle scars," she observed to herself sarcastically. She looked over to where Freddy had landed. Jason was still chasing the teens, but now he had seen that Freddy had become another target for him again.
As she saw all of them chase each other, she fixed her eyes on Lori, and focused knowledge into psychic energy. Her eyes glowed, and psychically transmitted knowledge from the timeline about the defeat of both Freddy and Jason, over to Lori's mind. She saw Lori pause for a brief moment, and then run over to Will with an expression that she had something urgent to tell him.
Psymorpha's eyes stopped glowing, and she grasped her hood with both hands, and lifted it back over her head. Knowing that her wound might affect her ability to travel by teleportation, she continued toward the pier. On the left side, a small boat was floating next to the shore. Knowing the boat would otherwise be wasted anyway, she limped to it, and got in, being sure to give extra care to her wounded leg, and untying the boat from the dock. She sat herself on the back seat in the boat, next to the motor.
She focused psychic energy, and the boat became outlined with turquoise energy light. Using her telekinesis, she guided the boat from the shallows, and around the left branch of the T of the dock. When she was clear of the dock, she let the telekinesis energy fade, and she lowered the motor's propellers into the water, and combined her will and psychic energy once more. The motor started itself up.
She looked behind her, at the final battle of the teens vs. the killers. Freddy and Jason had taken their battle to the construction site she was at earlier. Freddy had just been knocked off the wooden slide by the suspending metal object, which was now swinging around in the middle. One of his shoes was caught in a cable, causing him to swing with the metal object upside down. She took this to mean that the timeline was going as it should, so she looked back around, facing the stretches of the lake. She willed to the motor, and she could hear the propellers turn under the water. Then the boat began to move forward.
She felt the minutes go by as she continued her ride across the lake. She didn't know where she was going to go now, having done all that she planned to do in Springwood. Now she was moving on to another location to use her powers to protect people, wherever such a place would be. She is a drifter, and as such never really takes permanent residence anywhere. She likes finding new ways of using her abilities, and as a drifter, seeks out places to test herself in. Wherever the road may take her, she always seeks the chance to, as best she can, be a mind guardian.