"I need line of sight," he returns, just a little bit breathless and voice scorched even more raw than usual.

The snapped words through his headset are enough to shake him out of his moment of bloodlust, though. A little bit lost in it, but not totally gone, and Jaeger scrambles back to regain some distance. Both mentally, and physically. The ecstasy of adrenaline is still there, damping the pain of what might be some serious wounds, and he still has the plan in mind. Still can focus his power, even through the twinge in his chest that hints at more damage than he expects.

Well, they knew this would be messy going in, didn't they? Jaeger finds his feet, ignoring the scorched-raw skin across his chest and arm, and raises a hand again. This time, there's intent, conscious effort there, and the first glittering flashes of arcane light sketch out the borders of the dome that's about to appear. It's not as quick as it normally would be, but he's putting everything he's got into it, and as soon as Winter gets some distance from the forming barrier, Jaeger will solidify it.