Things were escalating fast as everyone woke up in quick succession. First some guy in old fashioned armor, speaking a mix of Latin and English rushed over and tried to break the sword inside the pink thing to no avail. Next came a really tall... ninja robot? It wasn't any medabot Blazermate had seen. Apparently the sword was his, and speaking in a haiku, he pulled it from the pink thing and asked what she was thinking, although a bit more poetically. Then a lady in green, worried much like the roman and the bird person about the pink thing's wounds and basically making lite of a grim situation with false reassurance, Blazermate rolling her eyes at this gesture. While the next guy in armor awoke and came in peace, the next two people to wake up were starting a conflict. First, a giant lizard with horns and spiked manacles rushed over to the group demanding answers in an angry, if confused way. But even he looked like he'd be alright to deal with, it wasn't until the cowboy looking human got up and pointed his gun at the roman man and the lizard, shouting something about a... deathclaw? Either way, things were getting heated fast and already it was fairly clear who Blazermate should team up with, at least for now. Gesturing to the lizard man and the cowboy, Blazermate said [color=0076a3]"Can everyone calm down so we can figure something..."[/color] but was cut off by another man, who wasn't part of the group that had been in the clearing, approaching the group with a sub-machine gun pointed at everyone asking everyone the same question herself and the others had. What exactly happened and why were they all here? Considering a great deal of conflict was centered around this pink thing, Blazermate decided she should heal it. Moving around to get behind the guy in the grim looking armor in all the confusion, Blazermate's left palm opened up as she pointed it at the pink thing and a beam of rubbery, soft blue energy came from it and channeled into the pink thing. She wasn't sure if it'd work, but healing this thing might at least ease some of the tension, not to mention garner her a lot of allies in the process. She figured not everyone here was friendly, but being with the majority was probably the best choice. And considering how the newcomer was talking to the lizard man, who was showing the most concern for this pink thing, she was much more confident in her choice, even if a wooden medabot was a weird thing to see. 441