Talon moved as fast as her feet would carry her. In serpentine patterns she leaped and dodged away from any potential dangers; even if there didn't appear to be, she didn't much feel like getting another taste of lightning. A plan struck her like an aforementioned bolt and her pace quickened towards her nearest team member. Darkshadow's exploits had gone relatively unseen in the chaos, but she hoped the promiscuous woman could muster up enough strength for what she had in mind. Despite her new plan her instincts still craved blood, it would have been the easiest solution if she could actually get close to Storm. Of course, the parts of her brain that had been trained out of this knee-jerk reaction quelled the calling for culling easily, but it was always a dull spoon digging into her consciousness like hunger pangs on the losing end of starvation. 

Laura made it to Bamf with, thankfully, no real danger. "My communications are down, I need you to relay a plan. It is only theory, but it is something. Have John create an overhang with the earth, enough to cast darkness on Storm," she figured at this point the rest would already come to him, but out of habit she continued on without so much as a formal greeting for her teammate, "and get Darkshadow close enough to bind her with shadows and constrict. If possible, get Discharge close enough to shock her unconscious while Darkshadow holds her. I will do my best to draw her attention and to reach Plasma." Feeling that if she could trust anyone to carry out such a plan, it would be their resident teleporting ninja, she took off in another serpentine sprint, but this time towards the center of the action. 

Lightning bolts crashed around her, which she avoided by the most uncomfortably thin of margins, and hail pelted her, but she continued on through the largest gusts of wind. With a burst of either creativity, bravery or stupidity (or some malicious concoction of the three) she climbed John's stairs, crouched at the apex and pushed off with all the unnatural strength in her legs in a leaping maneuver that her adoptive father would be proud of. With any luck, she'd manage to wrap her limbs around storm and drag her down. With far too much luck, she might actually lock in a choke hold, but that was doubtful. All she needed to buy was some of Shadow King's concentration and a few more seconds for her team. 

Mostly she expected to kiss another bolt of lightning and, with nowhere to go, spend most of the night getting used to whatever limb it decided to burst out of.