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Screaming. Pain. Head hurt.

[i]Are you alright?[/i]

Siena was far from it. She was tired.  Her body ached from the impact from the mechanical hound. Her head hurt. Her ears hurt. Her shoulders hurt--[i]an odd feeling of levity on the side that she'd been swept by[/i]--and worst of all, the white noise was starting to spiral out of control. One frustration after another, each one chipping a fraction more of the control that Siena craved so desperately. Control over her life. Control over her powers. 

[i]Control over those around you?[/i]

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Stop.[/color]'[/i]

She pushed herself to her feet, head still swimming, blood pounding in her ears, both sharpening her hearing and simultaneously deafening the world outside. Marcus in danger, gunshots. Sludge gone. A distant thought in the back of her head wondering whether Emma was fine tried to make itself known, but was quickly quelled by the rationalization setting in. Unidentified subnaturals were present. Perhaps they were in league with the late Factory, but the concept boiled down to a single thought.

[i]Human opponents.[/i]

No, it was [i]different[/i], wasn't it? Killing a mindless monster and killing a human was different, right? Different. The word chanted over and over again in the back of her head. Different. Different, different, different. As if repeating the mantra could pull her out of the sea that threatened to drown her. As if saying it would negate the fact that she was reaching for the phone that had escaped from her into the sludge earlier on. As if it would negate the fact that she was reaching across her body to remove whatever might still be salvaged and legible. 

[i]'[color=f7976a]If they push you around, you show your fuckin' teeth![/color]'[/i]

The arcane circle flared to life around her, a pool of hickory trying to overtake her eyes before suddenly being overwhelmed by a surge of steely grey. It felt different, her control slipping in favor of raw power. Hank for durability. Shizuri for power. The brunette turned her attention to the remaining centipede--the larger threat at the moment. 

Take out the enemies before her, then focus on the other threats. The others would have to hold out on their own. 

Two orbs formed--[i]'[color=ff57ff]Lower power. Too close to use it fully.[/color]'[/i]--and with careful aim, Siena fired both off in quick succession towards the centipede, cringing when the backlash of energy still managed to split the skin of her palm and wrist deep enough to draw blood despite Hank's physical durability.
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[hider=Ability Notes]Names taken"
Mugino Shizuri - Meltdowner - Powerful lasers, pretty much. The state taken can fire off four at a time. Fired this time at a very low power in order to avoid an explosion at the close range.

Hank - Just really durable. Due to Siena-o-vision, she doesn't obtain his increased density, so she's still easy to knock off her feet.
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