<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgsafe.org/9d22db2d22.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg12739540#msg12739540)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 10:30AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Athletic Centre Track<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>Vivienne, Jake, Ben, Bella<hr/><br/>Kara had closed her eyes by reflex when the pink light enveloped her. She could tell that her body was moving, she could tell that she was still very much in the same place that she was moments ago but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and find out.<br/><br/>We fight. The others will find out soon enough. Let's show them what they are truly capable of as well. Coach had a strange way of marrying concern for Kara with his absolutely ceaseless desire to use her to beat the living crap out of things. Come now, find for yourself what I've shared with you.<br/><br/>Half at the suggestion of Coach, half because he probably made her do it anyway, Kara finally opened up her eyes while bringing her hands level in front of her.<em>Whoa! You weren't fucking kidding.</em><br/><br/>The pink light that emanated from her previously very white activity tracker looked to have over took her body and given her what she could only describe as super futuristic battle armor. Her form was covered in plate and it was truly fitting. She felt like she could be hit by a bullet train and merely get swept aside all while wearing something along the lines of a body suit. Kara looked down to spot pair of identical blades (https://i.imgsafe.org/b2b9be9013.jpg) on either of her thighs. Just as her eyes were drawn to them, so were her hands. Kara grabbed them by their handles and pulled them off and away from her. Her fingers expertly spun the blades around once or twice before gripping them firmly; one traditionally as if you were holding a kitchen knife while the other was in reverse. Despite all of these neat little toys and the sudden know-how to use it all, Kara just had one thing going through her mind.<br/><br/><em>Why... why is it all pink, Coach?</em><br/><br/>For the first time today, there was no reply, no scathing remark or rebuke. Kara honestly didn't mind in the slightest if she was going to be clad in pink - it really was her favorite color - though, as she understood it, these weren't really her toys to play with as much as they really wore Coach's. He didn't do it for her, did she? There really wasn't any time to break this down and get to the bottom of it, however, as Vivienne and Jake literally flew onto the scene and a bright red right took over a portion of the sky further ahead. Kara could only guess that it was another one of the sudden telepaths getting the same treatment that she had moments ago. It made for a good transition for Coach to move on from the color choice question.<br/><br/>No time to play. Are you with me? Coach repeated his earlier plea, hoping to remind Kara that this was bigger than the both of them.<br/><br/><em>Yeah. Let's do this.</em>Kara sunk lower to the ground for a moment before rising up into a full on sprint. She somehow felt that she was going even faster than she was without the suit of fancy armor and in mere seconds she was in the thick of group of alleged students. The blades in her hands swung swiftly and precisely, cutting through anything that wished to strike out at her. In the melee, another voice broke through the chaos, followed by another, more familiar one. It was Bence, who, by the sound of it, wasn't having an easier transition into this new role. In the midst of the madness, Kara finally caught the boy in question in her sight line. He was huddled over, his shield barely holding on while his own 'friend' cried out for help.<br/><br/>We'll need everyone. Go to him.<br/><br/>Kara nodded, then spun in a full circle once with her blades extended out, cutting down any oncoming assailants to afford her a bit of space to use her newfound blinking ability. The pink-clad blonde appeared again in the space above Bence. She struck out at the crowd pummeling at him.<br/><br/><em>Bence! You gotta wake up, dude! This isn't what it seems.</em>Kara furrowed her brows at her own uttering of Coach's own words. It was odd to give him credit for spurring her into action with such a cliche line. Still, if it worked for her, it could do the same for Bence. Even still, she did her best to keep the crowd around them at bay while the he, hopefully, was coming to terms with the situation.