[h1][color=Plum][b]Kayla Kirby[/b][/color][/h1]
The only thing that filled Kayla’s mind when she was falling from the rooftop was terror. There was no room to ask herself why her magic hadn’t worked, no room to ask what the heck had yanked her off the building. There was only oh god I’m falling help oh god I’m gonna die oh god oh god-
[b]Crack[/b]

Suddenly, her fall was broken, as was whatever it was she landed on. It let out a roar of pain that sounded very familiar. Henry left before Kayla could get up. The side she landed on hurt, but not really that badly. Henry must have been surprisingly soft. By the time she was on her feet again, Henry was surrounded by flaming agriculture-zombies. There were no others in sight, but Kayla didn’t want to go looking for them. She was supposed to help fight the flameys, and Henry definitely looked like he could use some help. 

Kayla half-ran, half-stumbled her way over, and shot a jet at one of the pipe-armed ones, which was facing henry’s back. The magic, yet again, didn’t show up. Additionally, Kayla suddenly lurched forwards, as the mysterious yanker-force pulled her again. She wasn’t on top of a building this time though, so her mask took the brunt of her faceplant. 

She got up again, and tried getting closer to the brawl. If her powers were just going to fling her across the ground, then she would have to help with her bare hands instead. 
For a moment, Kayla wondered where the pipe Henry had given her had gone. It would certainly be handy right about now. Kayla was about halfway there, when all of the monsters were suddenly bathed in fire. Kayla skidded to a halt- she didn’t want to go near Henry if he could breathe fire, not when he was fighting anyway. She would have to find someone else to-

Suddenly, Kayla was knocked over, with a searing pain in her left arm. She spun around on the floor, and found a flaming janice-zombie with a massive sword standing over her, pulling the sword back over its head for another swing. Almost reflexively, Kayla shot a massive jet of magic at it, hoping it would, for once so far, work. 

It did, but not the way it usually did. Instead of incinerating the top half of his body, like it usually would, the monster was flung high into the air and to the right, far away from Kayla. Right as it reached the peak of its sudden flight, the agriculture’s torso suddenly let out a burst of sparks, smoke, and blood, accompanied by a loud bang from behind her. It then fell to the ground, and didn’t move any more. Another bang-burst, but out of the head this time. 

Kayla got up, and picked up the sword that it dropped when she flung it. It was heavy, and she had no idea how to actually use it, but the grip fit her hand perfectly, and it had a sharp edge. It would work as a weapon, for sure. 
If these were the agricultures she had been fighting for the shadow-people the entire time, she was glad she had kept her distance from them. These things were scary. Somehow, though, she didn’t feel nearly as intimidated as usual, though. Kayla looked around. There were a bunch of agricultures apparently too stupid to notice there was a fight going on, so she ran towards one that was alone, lifted the sword above her head, and let out an involuntary war cry out as she brought it down on the agriculture’s shoulder. It staggered, apparently surprised, and Kayla took advantage of said surprise to hit it again, and again, and again, until it just stopped moving altogether. The action left her bent over and panting, the sword was much heavier than it seemed. 

After a moment of recovery, she attacked another one in the same fashion, with a little bit of difficulty this time. The knife it was using was useless against her suit, and it was dead before it could figure out why its attacks weren’t working. Kayla looked around. There were plenty more to defeat, and she was getting the hang of fighting them. She picked a duo of club-wielding brutes, and went ran towards them.