[b]Balibago, Angeles City, Philippines - 10/18/2022[/b]

Marta managed to see the flare and deduced, without much difficulty, that if something related to the current zombie plague was happening, whoever sent that flare-up needed the help reasonably desperately. She finished emanating the healing light of the hand of Mercy - a kid had dislocated a bone while trying to escape the confusion - and began transferring the power to her right hand.

[color=f6989d]"Run along, kid! Quick!"[/color]

Hurrying the kid along, she turns around just in time to avoid one of the Zombies' frenzied attacks. With the Hand of Might still inactive, she had to rely on good old-fashioned boxing dodges and hitting the thing with a stick - she didn't feel very interested in touching the infected hordes, even if this wasn't a contagious virus-type scenario, though she'd wash her habit carefully later, just in case.

With a flash of light, the gauntlet manifests on her left hand, and without missing a beat, she brings up her palm to strike the zombie as softly as she can - which still sends the poor person flying across the street with a discomfiting crack of broken ribs. The nun winces, looking at the encroaching horde ahead and the trail of unconscious zombies behind her. She's unsure if this zombie virus is reversible, but...

[color=f6989d]"...they're just civilians, not soldiers or war machines. I can't just turn them into a paste and move on. Have to focus... no one can get hurt!"[/color]

She lunges forward in a boxing guard, diving fearlessly into the middle of a cluster of zombies. She aims her jabs carefully, immobilizing their legs with hammer blow force and knocking them to the ground. Without time to breathe, the next wave stumbles in, and she's forced to keep them at bay, barely missing a lunge at her exposed face. A single, mighty left straight punch - pulled back with tremendous effort - strikes one of the zombies in the abdomen, careening backward and bowling back several others. She continues to advance, undeterred, but slowly, so very slowly, digging her way through one non-lethal zombie encounter after another.

She grits her teeth in frustration as she hears another cry for help amid the chaos - an increasingly rare circumstance, considering everything - and looks back toward where the flare was.

[color=f6989d]"I'm coming... whoever you are... just... hold on!"[/color]