Kalinda had expected something like that, and with barely a thought, let alone a movement, she stopped Lee from hitting John, but let him fall, not wishing to concentrate on keeping him up as well as keeping the Telekenesis box on mimic. 

Drawing on the emotions, her own, as well as others, she let them filter through, and fuel her power, seeming, outwardly, to hold her own with ease, and only someone who knew her well would be able to see the strain, the slight grimace, and squinting of her eyes, as a drop of sweat rolled along her spine, pushing back against Mimic. 

"Okay. I can hold him" She said in reply to Estella. [i]Just please, hurry[/i] she thought, not knowing how long she could withstand the flow of emotions. She was actually proud of herself for not flinching as the bolt of lightening was flung towards Mimic. 

She waited to see if it would land. 

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Phoebe looked to the battle between the team, and MImic. It seemed like the tema was holding its own, but she couldn't be too sure. She looked back to Nicholas, "I think you could probably join the next team"