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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 hurt. The lunging at Hilda had been sudden and impulsive and hadn't been done all that gracefully. She had hit Hilda pushed forcibly into Hilda using her right arm to pull the other girl down to the floor with her. Some instinct made her use the left side of body to try and make the landing a little more control. The result? Mala's left hand and leg were now aching horribly. Half falling on top of someone also hurt, but to a lesser degree. She opened her mouth to speak and abruptly closed it when Hilda started glowing red all down her entire body. Mala immediately removed her arm from the other girl. The young woman didn't know what the glowing red aura was, but the last time anything had lit up in Hilda's vicinity had resulted in a doorway floating off it's hinges and sitting the wing dude. Mala didn't want to take any chances. Keeping herself low to the floor she wiggled herself away, but still stayed next to Hilda.<br/><br/>One of the girls from before had also dropped down next to them asking if they were okay.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"A little sore, but I think we'll live,"</span>she replied. The girl had then scrambled off to the vicinity of the couches, which Mala didn't blame her for. What kind of sane person would hang around while lasers were being shot directly at you? They did need to find some way to shut down the stupid robot though because who knows how long it was going to keep shooting. Mala was thinking furiously about what to do with her eyes darting from the robot, the dark haired boy with wings, and the door on the floor in the next room.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Robot. Security," </span>Mala said shortly, to the response about what that the thing was. She looked at Hilda.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Is there any chance you can, um....get the door to move again in the direction of the robot?...maybe it can damage it. I'm going to go check on wing boy and make sure he's okay..."</span><br/><br/>Mala wasn't sure what she could contribute to fighting the robot because she hadn't showed any signs of having mysterious powers yet. The only ones who had shown any signs were the dark haired boy and Hilda. The only thing she could think of to do was maybe get the wounded out of the way.<br/><br/>There was the sound of running footsteps from behind them so Mala kept still. He leaped over them and ran at the robot. The young woman began to move then, getting to one knee and then to her feet. She scrambled towards wing boy while she had the temporary protection from the lasers. Mala got down on the ground beside him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Mala's expression at him was both accusatory, because she was still convinced this was all his fault and somewhat worried.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Are you okay?"</span>she questioned.<br/><br/>The dark haired boy glared at her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"I don't need your help," </span>he spat.<br/><br/>There was pain spreading down her back. It felt like she had been hit with something extremely hard. Later she would notice the bruising that she had taken from the dark haired boy, but now. She was distantly aware of a clash going on between the other man and the robot.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Shut up. We have bigger problems. That robot needs to be taken out. You have wings you know which would logically mean you're capable of flying. Which would come in really handy along with Hilda who seems to have some sort of telekinesis. We need to work together right now," </span>Mala replied, coolly.<br/><br/>The dark haired man seemed to reluctantly agree to help. Mala looked back towards the robot to gauge how much danger she was in right now in this position. The other man had been knocked out and appeared to be bleeding from the temple. The robot was once more levelling laser hands at her until his attention was drawn by the man with wings who was flying at him erratically, but more or less keeping course. The dark haired woman began crawling towards him slowly. When she reached him she clamped her hands down over his wound to stop the bleeding.<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>He was still on the ground groaning from the impact when one of the others dropped down beside him. A woman with dark hair. She dropped a hand down onto his shoulders and seemed to be peering at him with an exasperated look of worry.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Are you okay?"</span>she asked.<br/><br/>Logan was irritated. He had been handling himself perfectly fine. Okay, he had been slammed around twice...but he had just been on the verge of figuring things out. He narrowed his eyes into a glare.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"I don't need your help, "</span>he declared. For about two minutes the one didn't respond, as her face seemed to contort with pain. At the same time his own pain seemed to be slowly lessening.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Shut up. We have bigger problems. That robot needs to be taken out. You have wings you know which would logically mean you're capable of flying. Which would come in really handy along with Hilda who seems to have some sort of telekinesis. We need to work together right now,"</span>the dark haired girl replied coolly.<br/><br/>Logan turned towards the scuffle. The other man was fighting the robot like a show off and actually seemed to be winning. The man was about to make a comment about how they didn't need to do any teamwork, when the robot got the upper hand and knocked the other man out with a punch to the face.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"Ugh. Fine."</span>He muttered. He got to his feet and managed to beat his wings until he was up in the air again. He flew at the robot, his movements jerky and not at all graceful. Logan managed to stab his talons twice into the robot's right arm before the robot grabbed his legs with the other arm and forcibly removed them. He was thrown<i>again. </i>This was really getting old. The man saved himself from another impact into the wall by clumsily flying to the side.<br/><br/>The robot started in with the lasers again. He was avoiding some of them, but every so often one hit him and singed his wings. He was so far keeping to the air, but sooner or later he was going to get hurt enough that he would fall out the air or he'd mess up the flying thing again and fall. At least he was drawing it's fire for now. It grudged him to admit but the dark haired girl probably had a point about working together. Hopefully one of the others might take it out soon.<br/><br/>