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

A shockwave rocks the walls as a crowd gets swept out of the way. The sound of screams, impacts, and hurried apologies start closing in on a particular alleyway from which a flare was fired a short time ago. 

The Sister, clothes stained and torn, uneven coif exposing a few locks of hazel hair,  tried her best to reach her destination as fast as possible. It turns out, however, that - even with most people having already gotten far from the danger - there was always something to do. She could have gotten there much faster, but her particular abilities weren't suited for it unless she wanted to leave a trail of craters and jellied human bodies in her wake.

By the time she reaches her goal, she's downright exhausted and looks a mess - far from the sacred cavalry Marta wished to invoke, she seems more like a desperate, hyperventilating runaway. Trusting in the protection of the Hand of Might, she leans against a wall to catch her breath.

[color=f6989d]"Okay... Okay, I'm... *hooo...* [i]caralho, que corrida[/i]...just gimme a minute here, ... catching my breath..."[/color]

She raises a metal-clad finger, looking into the alleyway in search of anyone who needs...

[color=f6989d]"Anyone need help? Sorry, need some direction here."[/color]