[center][h1][color=7adc6f]Kestrel[/color][/h1][/center]

Still trying to catch her breath, Kestrel was dumbfounded by the scene that unfolded in front of her. In just a few short minutes the mostly empty lobby had filled with an assortment of other people and...A mannequin? It would've made less sense if she hadn't spent the last week trying to figure out why she could manifest objects made of energy through thought alone (and occasionally hand motions, if precision was involved). No, this particular situation seemed almost deliberate. From the meteor that made mostly minor waves in the media to the realisation that not everyone with superpowers succumbed to the virus.

“Hey Chinaman, I can do that too. Ching! Chong! Ping! Pong! Ding! Dong!”

Kestrel didn't have enough time to absorb the sheer absurdity of what had just happened in front of her, from the mannequin to the hulking man announcing his arrival as the elevator stopped by the lobby. The sparks crackling suddenly towards her cut that time shorter still. The electricity, seemingly aimed at the man that attacked Thundercloud first, spread throughout the room and forced her to dive out from behind the pillar. With her presence now revealed (though she suspected it wasn't as well concealed as she initially hoped) and panic kicking in she gestured with her hands.

With little time to concentrate, she put up several barriers around the lobby, hoping they would protect some of the other arrivals from damage or at the very least, possibly, absorb some of the energy. She knew from her week of testing her powers that objects disconnected from her would not last long but given the speed of Thundercloud's attack and the frantic situation unfolding before her eyes that may not have mattered too much.

"[color=7adc6f]I [i]really[/i] hope none of you are with him![/color]" She yelled. Unaware that the blast from the storm in a jumpsuit was strong enough to fracture the pillar she had just hid behind.