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"We don't know that! Her powers are probably way more advanced than Isabella's..No offense." The ominous sing-song like tone in the villains voice raised the question as to why she was here in the first place. While the others discussed a plan to get themselves out of this particular predicament, Thomas' mind wandered over the possibilities. It was hard to think over the agonizing grunts and screaming from the guard she was practically torturing, only now it was starting to make sense; or part of it at least. "She's here for a reason," Said Thomas finally, stating the obvious. "Not money, not some priceless artifact, it's like she's here for someone or some...group of people." Thunderstruck witnessed several students run in the opposite direction out of fear, not firing one single bolt of electricity upon them. Now she held a guard hostage, probably on the brink of death. She wanted the brave to step out and face her, attempt to save the guard. Heroes were brave, and most if not all heroes had powers these days.

"She's gotta be singling out people with powers, you." He said frantically, his attention now on his Isabella. "At least, that's my guess and I don't know what for but she's after a specific target group." The man's pain and anguish became more evident with every second that passed and they were just sitting around hoping she'd just get bored and leave. Eyes wandering around the spacious museum, Thomas gazed upon a set of old weapons, from small short swords to daggers underneath a glass case. He couldn't believe they were in this situation but considering the police didn't seem like they'd be showing anytime soon, they had to act, although he could see why Roman and Regina would value saving their own lives. "Look, and I mean this with respect," Thomas started, eyeing the two who favored fleeing. "I get it, dangerous super villain who'd kills kids like us for breakfast is not even twenty feet away from us. I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared too but I'd feel a whole lot worse knowing I walked away while that guy over there needs help. Leave if you want but I'm staying. He turned back towards the dated weapons, then to Thunderstruck, and back towards Isabella to evaluate the situation. "Do you think you could do something, anything, to give us a distraction?"

Charlie was still torn whether to leave or not. Part of his said to get his a** out of there but now she was torturing a guard. He may not be a fan of authority figures but that man likely had a family. He got an idea and started rummaging through his bags. He had his backpack and hoodie with him cause he forgot to put it away, which he was glad for. He had his some work gloves he had accidentally left in his bag from shop class. Checking the gloves he found the that they were rubberized. Good he didn’t want to get zapped himself. He put them on and pulled his hoodie over his head. He wanted to avoid being identified as much as possible. He knew he would have to be fast so he planned his route in his mind. As quickly he could he made sure no one was looking right at him before springing his plan. It would happen fairly fast, He teleported right over to where Thunderstruck and the guard was. He would have to break her grip other wise she would be coming with, so he punched her right in the face. Admittedly harder than he intended but he didn’t care it was enough for her to momentarily lose her grip. He did get a bit of a shock that made his arm hurt when he punched with some lingering pain after ward. In that moment he created Charlie grabbed the guard and teleported outside. He laid the guy down and teleported back to where he had been hiding as someone went to help the guard he left with them. He didn't quite see a group of other student that had been planning as well. They could see him all throughout this but he didn't see him.


((OoC: if any of this is god modding please tell me and i will edit in a heartbeat. I have him using the element of suprise))

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The fire alarm was a success and by this point no one really came up to her to question what was going on. Amity took another glance where the younger individual stood, or was standing now. He had disappeared from her eyes in a matter of seconds, but her attention was drawn to the scene of action. He had reappeared in front of the villain and punched her. This might have stunned her, though the physique of a super would probably be slightly more durable than a regular human nonetheless their humanity still held them a place for death at any time.
Just adding onto what was slowly unraveling, a younger female stepped out from a rather small looking group of people her age. It seemed that the girl had the same ability that the criminal was manipulating. After the sudden blast of electricity, Amity feared for the safety of the rest of the people and the girl though she appeared to be in a way, sacrificing herself for the sake of the others. The small cluster of other teens the female had sprung out from were now splitting, or rather fighting back?
Her twin brother's voice echoed within her thoughts. "No more causalities." The echo made its way out through her mouth, and she too said it out loud. "No more casualties."Amity took a step into the air as if a staircase were in front of her, then she moved through the air. She was flying now. If her training served her correctly, electrical shock therapy never did the trick and luckily, that's the prowess she was also up against presently. Swiftly moving her hands, the wind made its presence as her hair flew back behind her shoulders, the formation getting bigger and bigger; soon Amity would cast the formation over the electricity powered individual, entrapping her and preventing the conduction of electricity. The formation was essentially an insulating chamber-like thing for Thunderstruck and for the protection of the defenseless. Sure, Amity probably blew her cover, but if it meant saving the countless lives as risk of death, it was reason enough to come out from the shadows.
She had learned this technique from previous manuscripts she had to teach herself, but were brought to her eyes by the French militia in hopes of using her abilities in combat which she did. She would create these insulation chambers and increase the air pressure within them thus resulting in the crushing of the person inside, but she withheld this next step although her twin's voice kept screaming into her mind to continue with what she was trained for. She didn't.

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While she did have her own protective layer of electricity out and about to provide some discomfort for her sudden puncher, she did end up getting hit. “Oww! What the ********> she exclaimed. It effectively distracted her, but the ball of electricity that came her way proved completely ineffective, seeing as it turned blue and was absorbed. While the electrokinetic (or fulgurkinetic, to be precise) did notice, her attention was stolen by the unusual structure of wind that insulated her electricity. It also made her hair fly in all directions, which was more annoying than the insulation.

“I guess I’m stuck in here then! It’s a shame I can’t say the same for them!” she shouted over the winds, though she didn’t sound discouraged. While she could most effectively direct electricity with herself as the conduit, she could manipulate it to a more reckless degree from the various sources. Her sinister smile only widened as she outstretched her arms, forcing a blackout as electricity surged uncontrollably around, starting fires that only contributed to the havoc. It made it very difficult for anyone to decide where to move, seeing as it could have potentially led to their untimely deaths, the teleporter included. Of course, the airhead could’ve possibly focused her powers on protecting the others, but that meant the villainess could go free. “Hmm, decision, decisions…” With everything happening, there was too much going on for the aerokinetic to pay attention to her and save everyone else, so really it was up to her to figure out what her top priority was. It was all the same for the villainess; she just wanted to have her fun.

Thing where going south fast. Several other supers thier age tried to fight back though sadly only the one who could teleport and had punched the villianess and an older than them super with air powers seemed to have caused any damage. He was still focused on getting him and Ameryth out of danger. Another super had sonic voice powers forcing him to cover his ears and unfournetly it effected the building too. This included the support that was directly above them, causing itto fall. He knew instantly that he wold not be able to dodge it but instead he pushed Ameryth away far enough to not get hit. Luckily he was a super too, he would be fine as he activated his power just in time for the support to hit his location. He was able to essentially reform on the safe side of the support thanks to his power letting him be all cloud like. "I'll explain later lets go!" He said leading thier escape once more.

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Amity, above in the air from the rest, she could hear the noise erupt from people in particular, one of the girl's in the heroine electrokinetic. The building began to crumple. She was becoming overwhelmed with the noise and screams for help. By amplifying the air's vibrating molecules, she shouted to down below, "EXCAVATE THE BUILDING NOW." She was going to add safely, but there was no use. The building began to crumble as well as the encompassed flames. The villainess's devilish grin came her central point. Amity's twin's voice overcame her own...he wanted to take over, he wanted to unleash the wrath of their potential as a pair.
"Do it...break her down...BREAK HER DOWN, AMITY." The voice chimed over and over, repeating itself. Amity gritted her teeth, she wanted to help the people below, but she wanted to prevent further damage in the future. He wanted to do it. She didn't but she had to.
Managing to still hold the electrokinetic in the air, she released one of her hands and within seconds of doing so, she absorbed the oxygen from the majority of the areas which produced fires or heat still leaving other fires there though. She motioned her free hand again, this time producing a small wave of air particles through some areas of the museum which was now becoming ruins; this didn't necessarily help.
Focusing her attention on the electrokinetic, Amity knew she couldn't save the people and still manage to capture the female. She did what her thoughts kept repeating. Moving both her hands forward, she opened them up, drawing in the sphere in which she was entrapped inside. Amity caught her gaze and dove into her mind. She had done this countless times before while training or on the battlefield taking down supers whom she thought were enemies. She was now in a state in durability, her own thoughts as well as her twin brother's both became figures inside Thunderstruck's mind. Amity more so had the upper hand given she was the one with a body and soon enough she tore into Thunderstruck's traumatic memories, either causing mental pain or having her in a loop of those same traumatic insane thus leaving her in a catatonic state. She was afraid of the after effects before diving into her mind, but it was done now. Amity had given Thunderstruck a mental breakdown.
Exiting the villainess's mind, Amity's eyes became a subtle pale blue color, much colorless than before. The spherical entrapped structure Thunderstruck was in grew faint and settled her down roughly as well as Amity whom came collapsing onto the crumbling building's floor. She remains in her mind with her brother still managing to keep a thing layer of a wind current around her still live body, but she was unconscious and in fact drained. If she woke up in a day or more, it'd be a miracle.

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Perhaps the spear would have been more useful had it made its mark, and Lori was exceptionally curious what the boy hoped to accomplish with it, but then came the horrible scream, and her natural reaction was to close her eyes and cover her ears. Shunk! A sudden sensation of pain occurred in her chest, and when she opened her eyes, she realized the spear had impaled her just beneath her heart, merely grazing the bottom, half of the polearm buried into her. With a sudden gasp, she fell on her knees, her hand around the spear. Her hands were shaking, but she began to pull it out, gritting her teeth and groaning in pain. Her internal organs bled immensely, and she desperately pulled and pulled. Her own dilemma was too distracting; she hadn’t even realized that, across the room, someone was teleporting people out. It was damaging, and she began to cough blood. While they would heal, she needed to remove the spear for her healing factor to properly activate, and until then, the friction alone scratched her insides for excruciating pain.