[b][i][color=ec008c][center][h3]Anomaly[/h3][hr][/center][/color][/i][/b]
Xoxi had a few precious seconds to react to what was going on before she saw several discs flying at her neck. Okay, maybe not her neck specifically, but they might as well have been. Xoxi's hands disappeared and re-materialized in the path of the two more scary discs, solidifying right in their path and shattering them, while the third and last disc got by her defenses, grazing right through the flesh of her calf and leaving a giant gash in it. [color=ec008c]"GYAH! FUCK!"[/color] That was gonna leave a giant ass scar.

Xoxi fell to the ground onto her knees, trying her hardest to not reduce herself to a pile of vulnerability. The teen's hands reformed at her side, looking more like static than if they were normal. Each hand grabbed the teen and pulled her to a good amount of cover, conveniently behind what appeared like a collapsed wall. She sat there, watching blood ooze out of her pants and her leg. It was... terrible was the nicest word for it. It singed with burning pain as Xoxi's hands kept reducing into static more and more. There wasn't any fire around though... why were her hands acting like that.

[i][color=ec008c]"... I-I'm gonna die here..."[/color][/i] Xoxi thought as her hands just pulled her legs in to her chest for comfort. She wasn't doing good... and she was crying. The flood gates opened and she was streaming down with tears. Shit was getting too stressful right now. First Lucky, then that one spandex guy, and now... her...

... man, did she hate crying.

[@Flamelord][@Old Amsterdam][@Regitnui]