Fragility of the Mind

Raine ground her teeth in frustration. Her fists clenched.

"You should go set his fat ass on fire. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll smell so good cooking that he'll eat himself to death." She stood a little straighter and her jaw was clenched.

Gabrielle was pissed off. It almost felt like somebody just pointed to nowhere and, when she inevitably looked, she got slapped in the face and told 'Ha-ah! Fooled ya', made ya' look!'. She clenched her teeth and made the teddy bear go away, instead concentrating on making that dragon fly in the air in a distance she considered acceptable from the fat-man-become-Kate.

Anticipating a blow in her direction, Gabrielle teleported to the other side, and crouched to the ground, hoping that this person did not have 20/20 vision.

"Oi, what's with the fat jokes? we're probably gonna cook his fat and all if we're hardcore cannibals." Emir shouted, getting his MG from his back and cocked it as he aimed it at the fat man.

Yia teleported behind the impostor and shot 3 times aiming at his/her head and teleports away to the ground.

Emir began shooting at him, laughing manically.

Emir threw his MG to the ground, tired of it's unusefulness.

"Argh, I will punch the gun companies and bullet manufacturers if they don't make better bullets to kill mutants." He said, rubbing his eyebrows in frustration.

Yia caught Tim and held him up. "Alright."

Yia let out a yell as it stabbed into him his eyes tearing up as the hole was made. After a moment he begins to take rapid gasps of air from the pain and he closes his eyes crying.

Gabrielle ran up to the group. She cringed as she saw what waas happening to Yia. "Hang in there, buddy," she said rather stupidly. Suddenly the arrival of her boyfriend would've been, again, very helpful. Not to bail anybody out, to put something back in.

She gritten her teeth, remembering how Alevon made those 'feel good' sensations. She wondered if it could be used as an anesthetic. She went over to him, and, happy that she could somehow put her boyfriend's lectures, to good use, started with, "Please get down, and put your leg up. Let me help you, I know it's weird." She wrapped an arm around Yia's shoulder and made him step down.

She sighed a little, and put her hand on his forehead. Unsure how it worked, exactly, she tried to replicate the soothing feeling Alevon managed so well, but Yia only felt a little more lightheaded. "Argh, this won't work," she muttered to herself. So she put her hand at a safe distance away from the hole but right over it, and sent the air around it to a chilly 50 degrees Farenheit, hoping it was about right.

Yia continued to sob and cry. He wanted the wound to heal, he wished it would heal, he hoped it would heal. After about a minute of him focusing on him without a damaged leg his leg began to form back to normal. He still kept his eyes closed and continued to cry as the wound healed.