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Opaque stepped up to help her get the unconscious Aurelie out of the mall, the brunette flashing the girl a grateful smile. The blonde girl Alex also stepped in, grabbing their unconscious teammate's feet so that they could simply carry her out. She was glad that they were able to shift the weight between the three of them, knowing they would be unable to carry her individually. As they hurried away from the mall, Bianca radioed to everyone else the predicament they found themselves in, though the two girls never really broke stride. Her flats thudded against the ground as she jumped over a piece of rubble, trying her hardest to keep the unconscious girl over her shoulders from bring struck by chunks of concrete and exposed rebar as the concrete under their feet appeared all but demolished. Alex called for Moonlight to try and put a shield around them, in case Toad made a comeback, though she wasn't about to slow down considering the facts.

All in all, it seemed like a pretty normal outing for the Alphas, especially considering that the Brotherhood had been there and all, but she couldn't help but feel that this was not at all close to over. Regular humans were a little less forgiving of destruction like this, especially when there were mutants involved. And with all the reports on the news lately, it would certainly behoove them to get the heck out of Dodge before the cops got there. With the advent of cell phone cameras, she wouldn't be shocked if they were already screwed.

Alex responded to a request for their status, letting who sounded like Gideon know that while Allegra was injured, the rest of them were in decent shape. Of course, as the floor started to sink, she let out an inward sigh -- it was always something, wasn't it? The girls managed to get their way outside and back towards the parking lot they originally arrived in, a portal awaiting them as those of their group started to make their way through. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the man that was creating the portal, with his red skin and all, but she had to say that it wasn't the strangest thing she'd seen since Limbo.

"Agreed," she said simply as Alex suggested that they get their butts through the portal. The four girls made their way through the portal, appearing on the steps of the Academy. They were all careful not to drop the girl they were carrying, Raine grunting as she adjusted the weight the best she could.

"Alright, let's just get her straight to the Infirmary," she grunted, moving with the other girls towards the building. There were several people around, asking what had happened -- apparently Bella had already passed this way. Hopefully, that would be the extent of the injured -- chances were, she was going to be dead wrong.

Tsukino stood shakily to her feet.Holding the bomb had taken more out of her than she expected and her nose had bled slightly.Lucky that was the only damage she sustained.Her head was still throbbing from being thrown into a wall.Thankfully she was still able to move.She had seen what had happened to Aurelie and was saddened.She knew that had to hurt, and she hoped she never had to experience that.She watched as the other girls came and got Aurelie before making a dash towards the portal created by a mutant she didn't know, named Gateway.She stopped moving towards freedom to look at the damage that had been caused by them.This was a disaster and mutants would be the blame for it all.No peace,no freedom, just persecution.The humans had had enough of them and this was only going to fuel a already raging war.The brotherhood had been the cause of this and the Xmen tried thier best to stop it, they all did.Unfortunately humans chose not to see it that way.They loved to point fingers and pin this destructive result on all mutants.It was sad that they all couldn't live in harmony.Thier children could possibly end up mutants and then what would they say to that? Would they force thier children onto the streets? Murder them and believe that thier action is justified because thier child was a mutant? It was a sad reality that they were living in and something needed to change.

She snapped from her thoughts when she heard people calling to her.It was Alex, the young girl with sensory abilities.She had asked Tsukino to form a shield to protect them as they exited through the portal she gave a nod as they made thier way towards the portal. She quickly erected a shimmering orange rectangular wall that stretched in order to protect the portal and all those going to it.Hopefully she wouldn't have to worry about anyone attacking it since both sides were attempting to evacuate the premises.That reminded her that the omega team and some of the other Xmen were outside the building fighting more members of the brotherhood. She wondered if members like Scarlett witch had been out there.If so she was sure the omega team didn't survive without a few injuries, especially if they attacked her.She hoped everyone made it to the exit in time.It would be really sad if any of them were left behind in this mess.

She made her barrier disappear, before looking back.She closed her eyes and entered the portal.Before she knew it she was on the steps of the always beautiful academy.She let out a sigh of relief that she made it out alive on her first mission.She wished she could say the same for the others.But somehow she knew they would be alright.They were the xmen after all.



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Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Outside Courthouse
Thinking: Wicked Witch Indeed....


Narcissa took a deep, fortifying breath—Only to have the wind knocked out of her as a pink hued wave struck her. Of course, she couldn’t have been so lucky, that the magic the Scarlet Witch produced was some kind of energy that was compatible with what her body naturally absorbed. No… It was a lose, lose situation for her. The woman turned one of her energy blasts into dust without so much as a wince… And could apparently toss her around like a rag doll. The woman braced herself, prepared to hit asphalt, when suddenly she stopped falling in mid air. Her azure eyes shot towards the voice that followed as tendrils of hair righted her. It was a strange feeling.“…I’m fine.”

The sun goddess nodded her head at Covet in thanks, able to recognize the concern in her tone. Her hand fell to her stomach, where the blast from the Scarlet Witch had hit her—Forcing herself to breathe a few times so she could will the pain away. Christ, for such a talkative enemy, she sure packed a punch. Narcissa was silent for a scarce moment as she surveyed everyone’s position…Before glancing down at the dead cops at their feet. This was no place for anyone…Let alone a defenseless flatscan. “We do what we came here for. Evacuate the civilians. Everything else is secondary.”

Preserving life was rule number one for the X-Men… Even the lives of their enemies if they could help it. It could, at times, be a difficult rule—Strange as that may sound. The only sure fire way to make sure that an enemy wouldn’t come back to take another shot at them would be to completely remove them from the equation…But Emma Frost was living proof that villains could reform. Killing, was a last resort.

And it seemed that it would unfortunately be something she would have to remind her team of...Even though it was only a matter of time before it became necessary...To show the world they were different than Magneto and the Brotherhood...That not all Mutants wanted to terrorize humans...They had to at least try,

Hearing her new Omega’s voice through the comm, she sighed deeply… A headache starting to form. She wasn’t blind to Paladin’s bloodlust…Nor could she completely fault it. There were still cooling bodies laying around the asphalt like discarded dolls. If she were being honest with herself, if she weren't the leader of the Omega's... If she didn't have an entire team to protect...Leveling what was akin to a small bomb on top of the Scarlet Witch was more than tempting. “Do that, Dart—Be careful, it’s probably Quicksilver.”

"And if it is...Let's turn the tables. Take him hostage... Then we can see how strong a father's love is."

Pressing her comm, she had the presence of mind to check on her Omega’s that had been sent to the mall as the enchanted rain gutters advanced on herself and Covet. Glass blue eyes watched them seemingly without concern…Though mentally, she was imagining what it might be like, to bleed out with out of them protruding from her midsection. For all of Narcissa’s apparent power…Her body was still, only human. Breakable, fragile. Much to her chagrin. “Sidetrack—Talk to me.”

Nothing came across the line but static.

She frowned, but was unable to send out another call to Chameleon right away due to the fact that the gutters had started winding around her form. It started at her ankles, working its way up—Too tight, for anyone that actually needed to breathe. It pinched her in certain areas, and she knew it broke skin. The Scarlet Witch didn’t want to ruin her fathers’ plans by killing them…But the blond could easily guess, that this loyalty to her father didn’t mean that she wouldn’t.

“Back up—“, Solaris ordered Covet coolly, before her eyes flashed hellfire white. The gutters around her turned red, the scent of burning paint and metal filling the air. It wasn’t long before there was nothing left of them but molten pools on the ground that rapidly cooled… Her eyes again went back to Paladin, hoping, that he wasn’t already in over his head…But he’d stopped, some distance from the Scarlet Witch. Narcissa couldn’t see his face… Nor could she guess what stilled him. But she was nevertheless grateful for it, as he came back towards them.

“Knoxx!”, she barked into her comm, taking the advice she’d given Covet as she heard the footsteps and felt the bakers dozen energy levels coming towards them. Things just couldn’t go their way, could it? It was silly of her even to assume that. “Status report!”

She knew that the day walking ginger would fill her in when she had a breath to spare.

But Kraken was currently getting chased about by the fire escape turned creature of god knows what, and Paladin had gone from heading blood thirstily towards the Scarlet Witch… Into a veritable hoard of Epsilon and Zeta mutants. None of them seemed to have outstanding superpowers…But were Morlocks by birth, because their obvious physical deformities couldn’t be hidden.

Circus freaks, would be the term most would use.

But a dozen men and women wielding pipes and other crude weapons could still easily kill a man. Even an armored one.

Solaris didn’t send out her Omega’s as cannon fodder—She didn’t send them out to die.

That was what Alpha’s were for.

“Go help Paladin until Kraken gets to you. He can’t take all of them himself—And he knows it.”, Solaris spoke to Covet, resisting the urge to touch the girls arm as she swiftly murmured a quick plan.... It would have been a familiar gesture—One that could mean a dozen things. Thank you, please, good luck…But Narcissa knew her core temperature was probably still blazing… And to touch the hair manipulator then, would have been like sticking an over heated skillet directly on her skin. “Find me when you see him coming…Or when Paladin isn’t about to pushup daises.”

“And bring a toy.”

And then, the Omega’s would deal with this all mighty Witch.

Narcissa moved with a certain surety that destroyed her spoiled rich girl background, light pooling into her hand as she approached the metal creature that seemed intent on eating Kraken from behind. They weren’t more than a few feet away…But at first, she grew too close, and she was forced to duck under the swinging, jagged... Tail? Normally she might have yelled something incredibly snarky towards it…But she doubted it had much of a brain to hear her. Instead she simply drew her hand back and let a blast of light scream free. It moved faster than the metal construct could react and sliced cleanly through it, causing the snapping jaw to fall to the ground while the body wriggled helplessly.

“You all right?”, Solaris questioned Kraken, taking another shot at the still snapping jaw with disgust. Metal melted easily enough…She only wished the probability manipulator not far away was that easy. It seemed like the woman simply had a permanent field of… Something around her, that seemed to make most individuals with super powers inadequate.

Though Narcissa was curious, and a little perplexed…The file on this woman at the Academy was thicker than a bible…Yet, last she’d checked, had truly told them nothing. Could Wanda still deflect like a pro, if she didn’t know the attack was coming? Surely, her first attack had been heard… “Paladin is going to need you... I think he missed the part I mentioned about not being a hero. Keep him from killing anything, including himself, unless absolutely necessary-- On pain of me kicking the bloody hell out of both of you when we get home—Move.”

She gestured to the remains of the creature with a certain level of abhorrence, pointing Jacen in the direction of the others—Lips pressed into a thin line... Secretly grateful that she could pair both boys together. Jacen had a good head on his shoulders, and would do what needed to be done. He might have just found himself in the big brother program.

Cyclops was still trading barbs with the Scarlet Witch…Insults that had apparently grated on the woman’s nerves, because his usually pristine uniform was in tatters. Blood dripped from beneath his visor. Narcissa’s eyes narrowed… The Witch was toying with him. As much as she hated Scott… It bothered her to watch him pull himself up from the ground, over and over again. He was…Allowing the woman to use him as a punching bag. Distracting her. Something that might have been called…Shame, burned low in her stomach.

He was protecting them, buying them time to deal with her constructs and the Morlocks.

Great. Now she -had- to send him a birthday card.

Feeling a presence beside her, the sun goddess didn’t need to look to know who it was as a glint of metal caught her eye. Even her newest Omega’s were known to her… And if they’d spent any time at all at the Academy, they’d know her by reputation well enough. Orders were obeyed. Pressing her comm, she spoke quietly—Knowing none of her team was close enough to be heard by Wanda. “Don’t look towards the Scarlet Witch.”

Narcissa’s hand moved over her eyes for the scarcest moment—Out of sight from the Scarlet Witch… But Cyclops had seen her. He was too close to warn through comm…But though the rain and darkness, she was sure that she’d seen her… She hoped, he’d seen her motion… And if he hadn’t… Well, Emma was going to scream at her for at least a week for blinding her man candy. “Hey!”

On that note, Scott might thank her for it.

The moment the word left her, Narcissa’s hand moved and her eyes flared—Bright enough to make the darkness seem like day. A shriek sounded in the air, followed by another howl as it died down just as quickly as it had come. Solaris’ eyes adjusted immediately. She could see Wanda hunching…Holding her hands over her eyes while smoke rose from the soft tissue.

Narcissa rest her hand on her hip that was cocked to the side as she surveyed her handiwork… Light slowly growing in her free hand, just in case the first solar flare hadn’t been good enough. Her head tilted towards the woman beside her, though her eyes never left Wanda Maximoff… “Time to play ball, love.”

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She rolled, feeling pain in the paw on her right side. Somehow it had gotten twisted when she’d tackled Pack to the ground, and ever since, she couldn’t help but favor it. He’d noticed, and had been relentless in his assault... But that was the way of it. Act on instinct, attack the injured area. Win. The world around her was a little skewed…A little different than it usually was. Things that mattered, such as a bomb going off not far away, was the furthest thing from her mind…All her feline wits were focused on avoiding the sharp teeth of the man-wolf in front of her.

The shape shifter had seen him crunch on chunks of concrete while trying to get to her—He didn’t even pause…He’d just kept on going. Like it was comprised of sugary corn flakes, and delicious. Katarina wanted no part of her body caught in the wicked bear trap Pack called a mouth.

He lunged for her, and she darted gracefully to the side—Albeit a little slower than she normally would have, were her paw not protesting. Adrenaline let her forget it occasionally…But not all the time. She growled at the wolf-man, swiping at him in warning when he got to close, catching him across the nose. Pack yelped and drew back, almost surprised that she’d marked him. She hissed, the sound a derisive warning… Tail flicking in the air.

Hearing someone ask something about a ‘cat’, she paused. Her human mind was still there underneath all the feline instincts. She’s translated cat, into her name, ‘Kat’… Realizing that it was just Hostile X-20 asking if she was handling her situation, she snarled into the air…It was a stark, insulted affirmative. The Italian woman was annoyed and frustrated with this entire situation…Being seen by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was not something she had counted on.

Keeping her freedom from HYDRA was not at all assisted by joining such a public fight.

That is, if the S.H.I.E.L.D. boy didn’t report her presence first… She wasn’t truly sure which would be worse. Being chased down by the Contessa, or Nick Fury.

Taking a hit to her flank, her distraction costing her, she made a soft sound of pain as she rolled…But she did her best to shake it off. She let the haughtiness of the beautiful black panther she’d become envelop her…Let it bolster her courage as she moved back into an attack position. The lowly wolf couldn’t take her…Not even on a bad day. This may or may not have been true…But soon enough it didn’t matter. The scent of blood filled the mall. It was sudden and strong. Overwhelming. It made her hungry… But more than that, it made Pack hungry.

Katarina took the moment to strike, her razor sharp claws tearing into Pack’s eyes without mercy. She leapt forward, and her fangs found only fur for a moment, before they found purchase and sank into the softer skin of his throat. A little closer would have let her rip right through his jugular…But instead she merely bit down and pulled—Tearing skin away, and other meatier chunks.

Why? Why keep him alive? Because food lasted longer, when it lived.

She leaned forward to take another bite out of the wolf-man when he suddenly scurried away, holding the hole in his neck. She chewed without thought, tongue running over her teeth as she swallowed. It didn’t matter how far he ran…His blood left a nice, neat trail for her to follow. She growled, before settling back on her haunches in the chaos with an air of superiority. Absentmindedly she began to clean her muzzle with the back of paw…Gold eyes watching X-20 move about with something akin to interest.

Katarina didn’t much care what was happening…So long as nothing ruined her chances at discovering X-20’s secrets. She needed to know how he’d secured his freedom.

Suddenly there was a little man with portals popping up here and there…And more importantly, she watched Sabertooth, Victor Creed fly over head. It was almost comical, like he’d been hit by a MAC truck… And then came the shining little circles. Ever so carefully, the shifter returned to her human form. The tight black jeans she wore and fitting blouse allowed her to shift with her clothing… If it was too loose, she tended to shred it. Or lose it entirely… And wouldn’t that be embarrassing.

Or interesting, depending on the company.

Coming to stand straight, she cradled her injured wrist to her chest a moment, frowning at the sight of it. It was sprained; clearly swollen and red…At least it wasn’t her ankle. For the time being it seemed her feet would be of more use to her. The brunette wasn’t aware that her eyes hadn’t shifted back to their normal shade of gun-metal blue steel just yet. Her eyes flickered, extremely reflective, and were just slightly larger than they should have been.

The woman moved, spotting her target among the evacuating X-Men… Hiding her injured wrist by pulling down her sleeve, she let her arm rest behind her back. She invaded X-20’s personal space without thought, the brazenness of the panther still with her. She’d not yet completely shifted back. Her small, pixie-esque face tilted…”We should leave.”

Meaning…That they should leave together, and that she wouldn’t allow him to do anything that would take him out of her sight. The X-Men were already clearing out…And that was fine with Katarina. It wasn’t the X-Men she wanted to talk to just yet.

Her eyes flickered over Gideon’s shoulder. The mutant called Sabertooth was still laying amongst the rubble of a destroyed store. “Or we can wait for him to awaken… And we can have a proper soiree.”

Omega - Mall to Academy - Standing on the edge of oblivion


Even though he was going in and out of consciousness, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was losing this particular fight. Christian did what he could to try and buy a few more precious moments, but his breathing was slowing down and extremely hitched by the last time he slid away from the waking world. All that was left was for the final beats of his heart and the last ounce of blood to spill from his wounds. To his surprise, just as he was resigning himself to his fate, he was started back to life by the sensations of a heavy pressure being applied to his wound and the jostling of being picked up.

Through extremely pained and hazy eyes, Christian looked up to see Rogue carrying him. Just as quickly as he’d recognized her, he saw a blazing white light awash over him. Perhaps it wasn’t Rogue carrying him, but an angel meant to take him home. He didn’t rightly know as he’d slipped into unconsciousness again as Rogue began her sprint through Gateway’s portal. The knowledge that he was at least being whisked from the mall, no matter where he wound up, gave him the courage to at least keep fighting this as long as he could.

The next time Christian woke, which wasn’t but a moment or so later, was when he was laid carefully on a stretcher. Oddly, he didn’t feel much pain from the cuts on his back nor from his shattered arm; the wound on his chest monopolized that particular market. He was about to drift off yet again when he felt people tugging and cutting away the top portion of his uniform followed by a couple of needles puncturing his flesh. That sensation finally elicited a slight groan of pain from the lad as he was beginning to feel better almost immediately. He could only guess what it was that was being fed from those lines. Whatever worries he was having about his survival were put to rest when he saw the golden-skinned Elixir walking over to Christian’s stretcher, diligently inspecting the young mutant’s wounds. Within minutes, Christian could feel something prodding around inside of his chest wound, something that made breathing for him a Helluva lot easier. He didn’t know why, but the pain was tolerable to a point with whatever it was he was given, though feeling whatever it was poking around his chest cavity would not allow him a moment’s rest. Still, he kept his eyes closed, even when he felt Elixirtouch a finger to his broken arm to initiate the healing process.

Feeling himself on the mend, Christian began to silently damn himself. It was easy for him to look back now and think about his things could have been handled… though the situation could only have been dealt with in that same exact way. But, because of his haste in trying to make Mystique back down, the Alpha’s leader had taken a slug to the shoulder. Because of his inability to be aware of his surroundings, he’d almost paid the ultimate price. That didn’t bother him though. He knew exactly what it was he was trying to do when Creed had impaled him in the chest and he’d honestly hoped he’d bought Hoshi, and the as of now unknown brunette (Tara) time enough to get Leo the Hell out of there. That wasn’t even accounting for his fellow Omegas, Daylia and Megan. That’s what killed him the most about this whole situation. He felt like he’d let his team down and, in some strange way, felt like he had let Narcissa down. She gave him the opportunity to take the ball and run with it… and he fumbled it horribly. If there wasn’t two needles stuck in his arm, his hand would have assuredly been covering his face in shame.

He let out an audible sigh just when Elixir had finished using his powers on Christian. That was when he felt his injured arm move away from his body; if his left side wasn’t ground chuck, he’d have sat up in agony. But honestly, Christian felt better and knew he would still be kicking. Something was amiss though; there was still a copious amount of pain, most of it coming from his outstretched arm. Somehow, someway, he could just tell… “Same deal as before, Foley?,” Christian asked, his voice barely a croak. Elixir only looked over his shoulder briefly and nodded his head, no words spoken as he moved on to the next in need. That told Christian the whole story. Just like when he had his hand bitten clean through during the Limbo debacle, every broken bone in his body was only partially healed. By his count there were a lot of them; his forearm and wrist, his collarbone and God only knew how many ribs… all on one side of his body. Hopefully, he’d be able to tolerate the discomfort for the next few weeks.

Finally, he was able to open his eyes and keep them that way. Lifting his head up slightly, he inspected the damage. One of the medical assistants was working on putting a hard cast on his arm, a thin brace already taped into place. Continuing the inspection, it was rather hard to see through the dried blood painted on his torso, but he could faintly see the tints of purple and yellow peeking through in spots. He was almost immediately reminded of them as the same assistant who’d casted his arm began to try and gently wash away all that mess. She failed miserably as Christian intermittently winced in pain every few seconds.

He didn’t rightly know how it was that he was awake and relatively cognitive after everything that had happened. Perhaps it was the fresh pint of blood being drained into his body. Perhaps it was because of whatever pain med that was filtering in as well, a med that hardly worked. Maybe it was whatever Elixir did to help. Either way, he couldn’t rest quite yet, not with the same assistant beginning to wrap a massive Ace bandage around his torso, completely covering all the bruising and the fresh scar tissue. He thanked her as she finished up her duty and began to clean up the aftermath in the room, Christian’s opportunity to rest final at hand. As carefully as he could, he let his head fall back on his pillow, eyes cast towards the ceiling. Lying there, the gravity of the situation hit him harder than before; he DID almost die out there. Then and there, he started to question himself. Was he cut out for this life? He knew the dangers and risks that were associated with being a resident at the Academy and readily accepted it… but feeling someone’s hand buried halfway in his chest definitely exposed Christian to the harsh reality of said risks. Closing his eyes again, he finally was able to settle in get some sleep. He had no idea how much time had passed between leaving the mall and him getting medical attention, all he knew was he was going to need some time to come to terms with everything that had happened.

It looked as if Dimitri was going to be a father for the time being. Mostly because as he cleared the mall before he was in the zone for more s**t to go down such as the arrival of Scarlet Witch, Sabertooth, and more names on the injured list, there was no sight of the childrens' guardian. Dimitri would ask the children to see if she was around as they continued their evacuation but he ended up with no luck. "Next time we're on duty, im calling "not it" on being a chaperone." he thought. He wasn't completely serious but just would like to have more action next time. But seeing as how it was the x-men, more action may be too much for Dimitri to handle. Dimitri gave up on the lost cause trying to look for their guardian and decided to take them to the mansion instead the next best spot where they could be watched over till someone took them in. Before he got to tell the kids the slight change in plans, he heard Rogue give out the orders to go into the portal someone by the name of Gateway was cooking up.

Dimitri understood the orders but wasn' in range of Gateway's portal to get transported back to the academy. "I'd love to but i got kids and it's nowhere where we are. We'll take the shortcut and head there on foot." he told Rogue. When the children asked where they were going, he told them they were going back to his mansion; leaving out the part where mutants were living there was something he did on instinct. They were kids, but they were human. Luckily for Gateway and Dimitri's group's feet, he went by their way after picking up the main group back at the mall. The playboy quickly activated his communication device "Okay never mind, we got a ride." he told Rogue before he and the children went with Gateway.
back home.

(sry i took so long. blah post just to get dimitri back2base)

ℜ@√℮ +~+ Ѻмεgα- She's not going to punch me later is she?

Rave had been poised and ready to run on the signal, with no Morlocks attempting to jump him he was free to get into a good position to dash right ahead at the signal.

Just when he was about to rush forward, seeing Knoxx assaulting Avalanche, there was a scream from Psyche's general area. Leion turned his glance to the crumbling building across the street,he noticed nothing during his first look but as he continued to scan he saw a form kicking at the wall of the crumbling building, through the rain he couldn't really tell i it was Maddy, but she was (assumed to be) the only person on that building.

He cursed under his breath turning his head back towards Avalanche to see a Large Aren bum-rushing him, not waiting to see the result he used a burst to head to the dangling figure. As he got closer he was reassured by the fact that the figure at least seemed to be wearing an Omega uniform. The assumed Psyche, was a multitude of feet above him, not a distance he could cover with his bursts, but he did have something he could do in this situation. It would wear him out but it could save a teammate so the was no question, if he could just get to a distance where she could drop safely he shouldn't pass out from the strain.

Leion sidestepped a foot or two and made a disc-shaped platform just barely big enough for two people "I'm coming up, let go in about thirty seconds!" he shouted up knowing he couldn't drop his focus while making a disc float with two people or his could end up searing something off. He shut his eyes tightly and focused on lifting the disc with his added body weight, thirty seconds would be enough time to float to a distance that would be a relatively safe fall if his disc didn't hold. he would have to brace himself for the impact of the fall or Psyche's added weight could knock him out cold.

Leion + James ~ Evans