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

Kestrel felt as though she was watching the spectacle unfolding in front of her in third person. As if she wasn't truly there. No, the person that watched helplessly as the talisman slinging hero sacrificed the last of his power to shield her from Thundercloud's attack couldn't have been her. She felt as though she was up above in the lobby, unsinged by the lightning, not truly experiencing the absurdity of the goth-looking man turning himself into a more extravagant light show than Thundercloud himself.

She was frozen. Evaluating but not acting. There were less of them inside the lobby now, she knew this was hardly an astute observation but the information had only just caught up to her. One hero dead. The rogue tire sent flying out towards the sky. The teleporting woman and the strange shadow being nowhere to be seen. That left just...

"[color=899499]...the brig[/color][i][b][color=ed1c24]HTER T[/color][color=f7941d]HE R[/color][color=fff200]AINBOW[color=ec008c]WW![/color][/color][/b][/i]"

The light that filled the lobby nearly blinded her and she felt herself stumbling. The mix of sensory overload and exhaustion were not doing her any favors. She turned herself away from the light-powered beatdown she hoped Thundercloud would receive and scanned the room. She had not seen a single dead body before this night, now she was certain she was seeing many. Several of Thundercloud's goons were sprawled on the ground and yet the ringing of the gunshots from outside continued since...

Movement! Someone was okay, or at least somewhat okay. Kestrel quickly realised it was the funny woman, [i]and she was clutching her head.[/i]

A round disc of swirling energy materialised on Kestrel's back. A sort of shield, attachment strap included, to keep her from getting herself zapped in the back while she traversed the lobby. Olivia wasn't far from her at all but the lobby felt far larger to her now than it was since she arrived. She dashed between the rubble of a pillar and more than a few broken desks to get to her.

"[color=7adc6f]Are...Are you okay?[/color]" She uttered. Olivia looked to be in pain, as if she was experiencing the migraine of a lifetime, Kestrel wanted to nudge her gently to get her attention when it hit her. The only reason they weren't all being peppered with bullets right now was because of Olivia. Her unusual humor always coincided with Thundercloud's goons behaving unusually. Kestrel wasn't certain how or if that's how the woman's power worked, she had a choice to make and neither felt optimal.

"[color=7adc6f]If you can hear me and if you need help please just...Thump me on the back or something, I'll try to keep you safe in the meantime. [/color]" Kestrel knew that all confidence was sapped from her voice. Her knees barely held her up as she crouched by Olivia and removed the shield from her back, expecting only the worst.