[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c7919d1c6222c4f923a38e3e509c948/tumblr_inline_odikgj8J1Y1rifr4k_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Mall!  
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Telepathic Attacks, Psy-Blasts, Unarmed Combat
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1072030188843577394/IMG_6201.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	While Phantazia sent pain rippling through Guin, with both her powers and her read, Guin's attention was more focused on the horrific scene going down with her husband. The crazy pink guy, Exodus, was [i]crucifying[/i] him. It was absolutely terrifying and horrendous. Tears sprung in the corners of Guin's eyes out of sorrow, but mostly, righteous fury. She wasn't going to let [i]anyone[/i] do that to Pietro and just get to laugh about it. [i][color=cc33ff]Get back to the mansion, you need to heal, now![/color][/i] Guin urged Pietro. It wasn't a request. She didn't care about Phantazia right now, not at all. 

	She put a hand to her head and concentrated, sending off a psy-blast of purple-pink psychic energy rocketing towards Exodus. However, the psy-blast wasn't very strong and didn't even hit him. Even in her worst days at practicing this skill, she usually could do better than that. And then she realized why, the person preventing her from protecting Pietro, was Phantazia. 

	Ugh. 

	Guin really did [i]NOT[/i] want to let Exodus just get away with this. 

	She wanted to wipe that stupid smug grin off of his stupid pink face. 

	And probably rip off his dorky white cape and donate it to GoodWill or something where it belonged. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Fine then, bitch - you want my attention? You've fucking got it,"[/color] Guin growled, before darting towards Phantazia and punching, aiming for the throat, but she had telegraphed too much and Phantazia dodged, meaning Guin only punched her in the shoulder. However, Guin took advantage of the momentum and used Phantazia's own body against her, flipping her over onto the ground. [color=cc33ff]"Now stop this and go back to your guest judge spot on Drag Race, okay, asshole?"[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color]
[img]https://media.tenor.com/0pSkAq26A4YAAAAM/smile-handsome.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Mansion
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] Telekinesis, Necromancy
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/540051583430295574/1073121327063498852/celebrity-style-style-timeline-2008-04-stsl05_itboy0803.png]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Neil was beginning to wish that he had gone to the mall with the others after all. 

	Despite throwing Frenzy away from him telekinetically, that didn't do much to slow her down. And hearing her call them all collaborators - what was [i]that[/i] supposed to mean, he had no idea - stunned him temporarily. The next thing he knew, her firm hand was gripping his throat and he found himself slammed onto the ground, gasping for air. In a blind panic, he did what was (unfortunately?) instinctual. He could sense when there were dead things around, things that he might reanimate and bid to serve him. He didn't like doing it - mostly because it was difficult to get consent to turn something or someone into a zombie. But right now, things were dire. This woman was going to [i]kill[/i] him. And Neil didn't know how many times he could just shrug off death. 

	Unfortunately(?) though, there were no dead things in the Mansion's front lawn for Neil to work with. Necromancy wasn't an option here. 

	So he did what had only somewhat worked for him last time - he telekinetically flung Frenzy off of him, hoping this time to knock her into a tree or something. Gasping for breath, Neil clutched at his own throat, feeling the bruises already forming. [color=12ABB0]"Does anyone - [i]wheeze[/i] - know why - [i]wheeze[/i] - they're kicking - [i]wheeze[/i] - the shit out of us?"[/color] Neil asked. He tried to put his hands up in a rough imitation of a boxing pose, to try to preemptively brace himself for Frenzy's next attack, but his form was poor. Still, he was doing his best to not be killed outright. He was so focused on keeping his eyes on Frenzy that he didn't really look around at the others for more than brief glimpses, seeing that the new girl seemed to have sprouted wings, and the old wizard now had an ancient looking weapon on him.