Mira managed to dodge a blow to the face, but ended up taking one to the stomach. She was doing poorly, as she had dealt with most of the lower ranking Doom-ites apparently. She grit her teeth and stood again, wheezing to try and get her breath back. Super durable or not, she was going to be bruised tomorrow morning.

"What's the matter? Running out of steam already?" the thug said, popping his knuckles for dramatic effect. "Would have thought a real x-man would have already stopped the fighting."

"Shut up," Mira said she searched for a better power than ice. Fire was too dangerous, light beams meant collateral damage every time, and telekinesis was too tiring. She'd have to use teleportation, which wasn't her favorite power, but it would work. She quickly swapped out ice and teleported behind the man, landing three blows to his kidneys before teleporting in front of him to land a punch to his face. He was down for the count and Mira could move further into the crowd.

[i]"I've rescued Franklin. . . or maybe more accurately he saved me,"[/i] Faen replied telepathically, [i]"try and connect us with the rest of the heroes still fighting. Having a telepathic link could be a valuable tactical advantage."[/i]

Mira stopped to lean against the wall for a moment. How many were still fighting? Six? Ten? How many were still fighting affected how well she would be able to relay mental messages back and forth. She wasn't an expert at this power yet -she didn't really think she could ever be- yet here he was asking her to sift through hundreds of panicking minds to connect them together so they could all talk? She'd have to wade through more grunts in order to see and connect the rest of them.

[i]"Connecting people telepathically is tricky. I haven't even done that before today. I'll try to, however. Just don't expect miracles."[/i] Mira finally answered. First off, she'd connect Spidey and spooky once she was closer to them. Then Franklin… and whoever else she saw still fighting. This was going to be a horrible experience, she knew it.

Yet, she'd signed on to help people and here she was fighting to stop whatever these Doom-guys were planning on doing. At least things weren't dull anymore, she just needed to keep on moving through the crowd, which would probably be helped by her teleportation skill. If she could just not vomit when she arrived at the separate groups, that would be fantastic. With her breath back! she started running forward again! taking down a few Doom-ites in her wake as she tried to get to Spider-Man and spooky. Just a few more feet and she'd have to filter out more thoughts that weren't hers. She really hated using telepathy.