Gestalt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off by Praetor's booming voice. "Not possible. Gestalt's power only copies the active aspects of a power. If she were to take my ability, it was drive her insane the instant she used it." He looked over his shoulder at the girl. "Summoning the clones would work - her mind wouldn't cope with the mental overload that comes with filtering all of the incoming signals."

"I thought I made it clear that you were the only resources we can spare. Time is wasting. Life might get a tad more difficult for you if civilians start dying on your watch." The comment hung in the air, the implications perfectly clear. "Just a bit of friendly advice." 

The young Ward turned to Knight with a smile. "I don't actually have any powers at the moment. I was hoping to borrow yours, if you wouldn't mind. I'll grab Septima's too, although I'd really rather not."

Her friend gave a cagey laugh. "Yea. Sorry about that. It's not exactly all butterflies and rainbows."

"Beggars can't be choosers," she said, touching Septima's bare shoulder. "I need skin-to-skin contact for my power to work, though, Knight. Would you mind taking your helmet off?"