You and Ortega used to train together. Fight together. Have each other's back. He was the better fighter since you couldn't read his mind, but this time you had backup.
Your armor put you on even terms.
You were stronger now, and every armored kick or blow hurt. Ortega didn't have his armored skinsuit, just thin cloth that ripped and tore as you fought. Bruises. Blood.
Broken bones.
Jumping in at the deep end without looking first, that's you. And that's Ortega as well.
You were well matched. Perhaps too much so. While you managed to beat Ortega, he managed to set you up for a powerful attack from Lady Argent.
You're lucky you had your armor.
You were ready for her, leaping back to get some distance from Ortega. He was down, but you knew better than to underestimate him.
You could deal with Lady Argent fast, but that depended on your telepathy. You weren't sure if anybody had suspected anything so far, but using that would be the final proof.