[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

She followed Lawrence quietly towards the seniors, the ones fighting what seemed to be a large golem.

[color=00ffbb][i]"I'm going to try and save Pink team, I'd appreciate your help!"[/i][/color]

That was what he said. Help save pink team. How she was going to save them was unclear, but it was at least an objective she understands. They had just managed to join with one of the girls in their team, the one with the odd misshapen leg, before one of the seniors they were supposed to save called out to them to leave. The golem it seemed, had been powering up for something big, for it transformed and split into multiple pieces. With a bright flash, she was startled out of her thoughts as green mist rolled in. Almost immediately after the flash, she reacted by instinct, throwing several blows onto the golem blindly. While she was sure all her attacks connected, the golem remained relatively unscathed and unmoved.

Hazel would have continued on attacking it doggedly, utilizing her newfound ability next, but by now the poisonous mist was taking its toll on her. Dizziness, slight vertigo, and a sickening knot forming in her stomach. The shallow but painful wounds on her right arm. The uncomfortable feeling of being still slightly wet with the doll's blood. The past haunting her with smiling shadows and barely heard whispers. It was almost a miracle that she hadn't run off screaming, blindly demolishing everything around her. Only the fear remains. Fear and programming that rooted her feet to the spot, that prevented her from just collapsing into a whimpering ball or explode screaming and clawing at everything that moved.

She took a step backwards, moving closer to Lawrence.

[color=fff79a]"I would suggest that you follow their instructions. I am unable to defeat that beast, nor do I have any adequate means of protection should it attack you."[/color]