Fatigue hit her, and before she could react, Shifter was flying across the room, hitting the table at a bad angle hard. She couldn't do much more than curl up, a pained yelp, gasping as she tried to reorient herself. Her side felt badly bruised and her entire arm lit up with pain as she moved clenched her fist. Broken? She sure hoped not.

So she might have misjudged the kids powers. How could she expect the kid to have energy draining skin, though? Stupid metahuman abilities, you could never tell who did what.

Shifter sat up with a pained whine and checked her surroundings, only to see Bishop and Belladonna working together with ease. That was probably a good idea. Working together, instead of... whatever they were doing now. Sadly, the shapeshifter didn't care enough to tell the others that, even if she could. All she would do now was make sure that she'd survive this encounter. She refused to fight with a sprained arm when others could do it for her. Dragging herself to a safer place was a much better plan than dying.