Makoto took a deep breath. She tried to take Kat's advice; the fight comes from the heart and limbs. Now was as good a time as ever to learn about her powers. Struggling to quiet her mind, Makoto concentrated on what it felt like to activate her powers. She felt pressure to help as everyone rushed in with precision. 

There was nothing. 

Makoto wanted to help so badly, she didn't want to let anyone get hurt. 

There was nothing. 

There must be something she could do! 

There was nothing. 

Frustrated, she looked at her teammates go. There was such ease, such acceptance, such trust in themselves. 

There, a tingle. 

Makoto's heart jumped and mind relaxed a little. They had done nothing to show that she couldn't trust them, rather that this was a safe environment. 

There, her arm was full of needles and pins in a way that tickled. She had to resist the urge to itch it.

She encouraged the feeling, it spreading across her body. To onlookers they could begin to see wisps of her hair stand on end, out of the braid. It felt exhilarating! She felt so light! 

With as much strength and speed she could muster Makoto ran as fast as she could to her teammates. Setting her fear off to the side in her mind she tried to really grab a hold of this feeling that filled her. She may not be able to do much damage but she could have a chance at doing something. With her lack of experience, she ran around Mimic and aimed for his shoulder blade area. She just ran for it, almost like she was going t punch it while her teammates tried to distract him.