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<span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">Mala</span></b></span>​</div><br/>Mala pressed her hands down firmly on the unconscious man's  head. The not remembering thing was a little scary right now. How long was she going to have to press down to stop the bleeding? Also, she needed to move him, but something told her moving someone with a head wound was a bad idea. The problem was she couldn't exactly keep him hear to possibly get killed by 'Arnold'. Death by robot might beat out the possible damage from a concussion. The young woman was about to shift to start dragging him to safety when she felt a warm tingly feeling travelling down her arms and hands and into the unconscious man. It was extremely strange.  Before she had time to fully contemplate it a hand was reaching up to her and drawing her hands away.<br/><br/>Mala gave a sharp gasp and startled horribly. It didn't seem like he should have recovered this quickly. It was impossible with the way he had been knocked out. It was then the wave of tiredness swept through her body. Also the immediate throbbing headache. Now she knew she hadn't received any kind of injury that would give her those symptoms. The now moving man had though. Mala thought she might had an inkling of what her powers were. It wasn't truly healing. It was more like she was shifting damage. It would explain why she felt like she had the after effects of head injury and no actual injury. She felt so tired and sluggish. Also she'd have to check after this craziness died down, but she thought maybe she had also taken wing boy's injuries from the door.<br/><br/>"I-yeah...sure....not entirely what I did, but glad it helped," Mala replied.<br/><br/>The young woman didn't move from her spot on her floor. She was couldn't quite find the energy to do it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">The Security Bot</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">'Arnold'</span></b></span>​</div><br/>Arnold took the beat down from C1. All the while it was feeding date back to headquarters. So far from the data Arnold's controllers were happy with what they were seeing. This group was showing promise. The program had run it's course though and all at once it gave a series of beeping noises and abruptly died without saying another word.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Logan</span></span></b><br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Logan was surprised by how much the wings felt like a natural extension of his body. Like they were always meant to be there. He was more surprised by how much the burns on his wings actually hurt considering they were on feathers. They felt like a burn on say his arm or leg would feel. The young man felt very pissed off at the stupid security bot. He was just starting to pull himself up when the robot abruptly just stopped moving. Logan got into stance, ready to jump up for an attack if it started moving again.<br/>
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"What the hell? Did it die or whatever? Seems pretty weak for a security system, "he asked. <br/>
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As soon as he knew he was planning on continuing his search for an escape from this place.</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>