Chris was just about to raise the point to the child about vines being flammable, and to stop touching the large patch of burnt flesh on her shoulder because it hurt like hell, when the vines were set alight.

Chris sat there for about a minute debating on what to do. Stay with the girl or sprint towards the bus now no longer protected from the shield but surrounded by villains. As the little girl’s onslaught began Chris decided that she could take care of herself. With her eyebrows raised Chris watched Embers limp form soar out and over the cloud of foul smoke before disappearing from smoke again.

“Wow.” Chris said in awe, stumbling back up onto her aching feet despite the protests of her body.

She hissed and gripped her upper arm from the twinges of pain her shoulder was screaming into her mind. She couldn’t fight like this.

“Right, um.” She murmured in thought towards the fighting near the bus. “I can’t fight like this, will you be able to hit the bad guys from here?” Chris wasn’t about some little kid go into a battle, no matter how strong she appeared to be one accidental punch and that could be it.