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

Kestrel almost jumped when she felt Olivia's hand touch her back. She tightened the grip around her pseudo-shield and was ready to swing when she realised what had happened. "[color=7adc6f]No no no, no...[/color]" She uttered and frantically placed the shield on her back once more. Ignorant of Thundercloud's tantrum in the background.

The woman's eyes had turned a ghostly white and between that and the trace of blood on her face, Kestrel wasn't sure what concerned her more. "[color=7adc6f]Hey, you're going to be okay, I'm gonna-[/color]" What was she going to do? She vaguely remembered basic first aid but surprisingly enough superhero first aid wasn't in any of her classes.

With the chaos of Thundercloud's lightning rampage far in the back of her mind, Kestrel checked the woman's pulse and breathing. Both appeared to be in order though possibly irregular. Her own shaking and the wind billowing in from outside made it far more difficult to tell for sure. It took much of her remaining strength to gently roll Olivia over to her side, a side effect of her own intensifying exhaustion.

She wasn't sure if she had helped the woman at all, but there was little else she could do. And even if there had been...A bolt of rogue lightning from Thundercloud's barrage had hit her directly in the back. The shield absorbed as much as it could before shattering and vanishing and the residual force of the attack sent her flying towards the entrance of the lobby.