[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#38547C]Keaton Plasse[/color][/h3][hr]
Now, had Salamandra taken the bait and settled down, Keaton wouldn’t have considered running outside. Presently, with Salamandra choosing to square off against Lynn, Keaton didn’t have much of a choice. She had roughly a few minutes until the restaurant started reaching temperatures unsuitable for life, she figured, and therefore only a few minutes to yell whatever she could at Lynn. Calling Lynn an idiot would’ve made her happy, but it wouldn’t help either of them much. Yelling at her that her powers would make Salamandra’s stronger wasn’t too smart either since that’d give away Lynn’s powers to no real gain. Plus, Lynn knew who Salamandra was, knew what her powers were, so she could’ve made that connection herself. Or, at least, Keaton hoped she made that connection herself. Either way, it made no difference to Lynn, who was very apparently fireproof. While Keaton couldn’t discount the possibility of Lynn having more than just fire manipulation and color-changing hair, Keaton also figured that if it were significant, Lynn would’ve whipped it out already. At this point, the match was looking to be a smackdown, and Lynn was pretty small for a physical fight.

On the ground a short distance away from Salamandra was Archie, who looked to be in the middle of lizarding out. He couldn’t control himself in lizard form, couldn’t really control when he transformed either, by the looks of it. He healed fast, in his transformed state. Not in his human state, so he’d need some time for the broken leg. Maybe the pain was helping to center him, maybe it wasn’t. He had some amount of control, at least for the moment, but was that enough? He was too big for her to drag, much less carry, and he could probably break something if he hit her. But he wouldn’t do that yet—yet? His target, could that change? Yes—yes, it could.

Salamandra moved, and Keaton moved too, glancing outside as she rushed over to Archie’s side. Natalie wasn’t fighting the skull head, so that was one less target for Archie. Where she was, though, wasn’t something Keaton had time to wonder about right now.

Crouching at Archie’s side, she looked his leg over, finding herself unable to make much out under the shifting muscles. “Archie, if you can hear me, go for Salamandra—glowing hands. Her hands are glowing. Or the skull—blood-headed guy outside. He’s big,” she said as she looked up at Salamandra and Lynn. Lynn was on the floor, Salamandra above her. Salamandra was holding back, for whatever reason. Using her hands—she was vulnerable.

Her heartbeat in her ears, Keaton stood up, grabbing a plate and throwing it at the woman. “Lynn! She absorbs heat, use something else!” she yelled, then booked it for the exit. Maybe the plate would hit, maybe it wouldn’t. Point was, it’d distract Salamandra, give Lynn a moment, give her an idea of what Keaton was saying. Leave Salamandra clueless. The rest was up to her and Archie, depending on whether or not he actually could control himself. Keaton had too much fear-fueled adrenaline and too little fire resistance to help them more.