"I think...I think Wolf went that way," Taylor jerked her head a little bit to the left were the brambles were clear enough for someone to get through. "Who is driving that car?"Mikki nodded, glancing anxiously toward the vans where her daughter was, then back at Taylor. “Where do you think they might have gone in? An idea of their location is better than nothing.” She began to float upward. “I can fly above the battlefield and make it easier for you guys to get to the woods quickly.” She offered.
Downing yet another Pure, Brisa aimed at a tall woman and pulled the trigger. Click. Frustrated, she reached beside her for the extra ammo Toby had given her and her hand came up empty. Great, this is really what I need right now! She thought angrily, sinking backwards so she wouldn’t be detected. Then she noticed that the keys were still in the ignition in the front of the car. Climbing forward into the front seat, she tested her vision and found it to be almost entirely steady. Taking a deep breath, she started the car and rolled up the windows. You don’t start learning to drive until you’re sixteen! Her brain shouted at her. Why did Mom have to make me wait an extra year? She wondered as she pressed the gas and the car jumped forward. “Darn, that’s more sensitive than I thought it’d be.” She said out loud, reapplying pressure more gently this time. She carefully turned the car toward the battlefield and then floored it, driving at full speed at Mapleshade and the strange cloaked man. Why not? A strangely calm part of her brain asked, while every other part of her was screaming to stop as Inhumans and Pure members alike jumped out of her way.
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Mapleshade whipped around at the sound of a engine, and let out a high-pitched yelp of shock. But she didn't have time to move on her own, because shadows enveloped her, dragging her quickly from harms way. She staggered to regained her balance, looking up to see who had saved her. The cloaked man was watching her emotionlessly, and thew back his hood to look at her better. One bright blue eye, and one bright yellow gleamed against his pale skin, and his pale blonde hair was stark against the blue gray flames behind him.
"Thanks, Shadow."
"No problem, Miss." He swept into a bow, and then straightened up quickly, and glared at the van. He raised his hands slightly, the windows of the van shattering into thousands of shards of glass.
