<strong>Alias</strong>: Voltaic<br/><strong>Your Team</strong>: F<br/><strong>Who you're interacting with</strong>: Team F, Team H<br/><hr/><br/>Things were moving quickly and what seemed like a successful attack on her part seemed to just make things more... splashy. She missed a majority of the wave, or at least she thought so. Until the burning pain kicked in and she was ripping her t-shirt off trying to get all of the excess plasma off her skin. Small burns over her legs and arms but a few much bigger ones on her back. She stood there in tattered shorts, a bra, and growled slightly as she watched her shoes melt in purple goo. This plasma kid was going to pay for that. Once again she tried to calm herself and remembered she had a seriously strong tazer in her room ready to zap some life into her and hopefully some of these scars away for later.<br/><br/>Voltaic stretched and tried to not let the pain bother her. Her fit were covered in dirt and she ran her fingers through her black hair as another team walked onto the field. Her hazel eyes scanned them all and her eyes stopped on the boy with the pentacle on his chest and smiled. She might not goad her selected target but gave him a most wicked smile and once again let her lightning arcs jump back and forth between her fingers.<br/><br/>Maybe this time it would be a good fight, a normal fight. No hostage taking or weird screaming chicks. After seeing all the others with suits and looking at herself in tattered clothes and essentially underwear she would be making a phone call to the Doc to see if he could hurry up on hers. She then looked around at the rest of her team.<br/>"You guys ready? Lets shake it off and finish out strong!"