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After finishing the call Zoe had kept on running, thankful for all the hours she'd spent in the gym instead of talking to people. Every second counted after all, and there were lives on the line. If ever there was a time to sprint, it was now.

As the yellow light came into view she slowed down, her expression twisting with frustration as she saw the others floating in its grasp. A dead body-- Savannah. She was pissed, but not surprised. She'd tried to bring the kid to her senses before, and been ignored. Always how it seemed to go, but that didn't make it the fun kind of 'told you so'.

Couldn't focus on it now, so she looked towards the light again. Telekinesis? Some sort of field? Either way, if she couldn't move she was screwed, and she had no chance of touching anyone without entering it. This close, and suddenly she was useless? Suddenly she'd just have to sit there and watch them die? She'd already been too late to save one.

[color=palevioletred][i]Fuck that.[/i][/color]

There had to be a way. There was always a way, always something she could do faster, a way to play smarter. Something better. She was tired of failing, of not being strong enough. Couldn't watch as they died, but couldn't throw her life away either. For all her power, she was limited. Her eyes landed on Callan, floating in the air in front of her, grappling with some sort of creature. So close, but without knowing how strong the effect was, there was nothing she could--

[quote][i]Something was crashing near her, close but at the same time separate. The ocean? Waves slamming into the base of a cliff. This place... It kept changing, shifting, and the fact unnerved her. Was she really back so soon?

[color=palevioletred]How many times?[/color]

The sparks were colliding again, the same ones she'd seen earlier. The stars. She'd always liked the stars, though these weren't part of any constellation she knew. The place felt odd. She could sense things moving, knew that they were around her somehow, but how far they moved, how fast? There was nothing to gauge. Nothing was solid, nothing was certain, it was all measured through her understanding, and she didn't understand much.

[color=palevioletred]I never did.[/color]

Things had changed, that much was certain. She had changed. Where she was, it had changed from before. No longer was she stood on the surface of the water. All of this, it was shifting around her, and she was floating somewhere in the middle. Unharmed. Protected. As she realised, the stars screamed louder. As her thoughts shifted, the waves crashed stronger.

[color=palevioletred]More. Always more.[/color]

Of course, there was one more piece to the puzzle. A line of power, a silken thread that stretched through the chaos. Yet another drop, stained but still managing to shine, fell unavoidably towards her. This was what she needed, the strength to protect them from a world that hated their guts. [b]Power[/b].

[color=palevioletred]Tear them all down.[/color][/i][/quote]

It had only taken a second. That was all it ever took. These visions were getting almost familiar, and Zoe still couldn't decide how she felt about that. Her head felt the same this time, which was enough reassurance. Seemed like no new urges clouded her thoughts, so it was fine. Good, even.

Zoe stared at her hands for a second as she regained her bearings, made sure she was centred in the real world again. The visions made her stronger. Pushed past her limitations. Of course! Yeah, she could do this. There had to be a way to do this.

Without giving much thought to the risks involved, she took a few steps back and then started to run towards the field, diving in. There was a girl in the centre of it all. Black-haired, and according to Brent's earlier message, the one responsible for the field. That was who Zoe was aiming for.

Glancing towards the grappling subnaturals as she floated past a little too close for comfort, Zoe felt the power flowing through her, and [i]reached[/i]. It was the same as it had been with the virus, but through air instead of flesh. The gargoyle wasn't quite in range, but her unfortunate classmate was. She let the virus spread into Callan, and through her, the creature she had a hold on. Its exterior may have been monstrous, but inside they were all human. Fragile. [color=palevioletred][i]Easy to kill.[/i][/color] 

Hopefully the Arbiter wouldn't be too pissed at the damage to her arm; It had been the only way for Zoe's ability to spread to the gargoyle. Whatever range the vision had granted her wasn't a long one. Normally she would've had enough control to avoid affecting her teammate too badly in the first place, but circumstances meant there was a limit to how much Zoe could control the effect. The loss of gravity was disorienting to say the least, so she had enough trouble staying focused without battling her stigma on top of that. Hence Callan's predicament.

Still, the gargoyle would hopefully be worse affected, her ability targeting its brain. Even if it didn't kill the thing right away, she figured it wouldn't be functioning too well. It was almost disappointing; Scary looking thing like that, and they weren't even gonna be getting a proper fight out of it. Probably a good thing though. It minimised the risk overall, and bolstered Zoe's own confidence.

[color=palevioletred][i]I can do this.[/i][/color]

Zoe knew she was stronger than these people. These people who'd had the nerve to attack them, the arrogance to think they could even dare to try. Wrong, obviously, a fact only emphasised as she caught sight of a bloody mess rising through the corner of her eye. No, Zoe wasn't afraid of them. In fact, as she watched the ice disappear from the ground, the redhead felt oddly composed. Survival of the fittest, after all.

For now, she kept her gaze on the gravity wielder, who was making one hell of a noise where she lay on the concrete. Hopefully Zoe could get a hand on her while her teammates were distracted by the ice-maker being torn apart. It would only take a second to rip the other aberration's head from her shoulders if she was able to make contact.

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[@Baklava] Callan's arm will be decaying fairly quickly, so skin/flesh will start to break away with specks rising from it. Lots of itching/pain involved.
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