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His is magic controlled and created, and red...
Liz leaped upon a Vitus that appeared near Crystal and crunched down hard upon its neck. She tasted its disgusting blood inside her mouth, and bit down harder. As she felt its thrashing grow weak, she let go and turned toward the next one standing, which was closing in behind Crystal. Charging past Crystal, she felt the glass that had cut into her legs, push through muscle, but she still tackled and bit into the Vitus, crippling it almost instantly as she bit into an important nerve cluster. As it collapsed, she collapsed with it, the glass made it too painful to stand, and she shifted back to her human form. She grabbed a metal pipe, like the one she used earlier, and held it, ready to smash the skull of any Vitus too stupid to cross her path in. "I've got your back."
The Vitus that Al grabbed started talking in its language, saying things that Liz couldn't understand. Liz carefully lowered herself when she was let go. She was breathing heavy, something was on the edge of her mind, just out of reach, why couldn't she remember anything from before she was in that room with the Vitus, when she turned into a wolf. Why couldn't she remember being in the tube and everything that happened while in it. It was annoying to think that she could just lose all that time, her entire past, and never know what happened. "Any luck understanding it?"

She then heard Crystal, and her pleas for help, and tried to get up, but felt the glass in her legs. "Dammit... No... I'm not going to let anyone be recaptured..."

Her breathing was heavy with anger, and the memory of being a wolf. The shift was unstoppable as her muscles twisted and bones broke and remolded and fur pushed out, and she could only guess as to where the glass would end up. Her breathing turned into a growl, as she stood up and began making her way back toward Crystal.
Yeah, its hard to miss you Dr.Manhattan
"Yeah... Hey where is that Shadow guy. He was around here a few moments ago." Liz noted. "For god's sake, doesn't he read or watch any horror stories... Leaving the group to go off on your own is a sure fire way to get yourself killed. Ice Girl and Red Lightning, try to find him quickly." She asked as an explosion rocked the ship from the area they just came from. "Set me down for a moment and go see what that's about, please, check on if it was someone who just woke up or if they are trying to clean up and prevent more of us from waking up."
"Well there is that girl who managed to open hers without destroying it... She might be able to figure it out." Liz noted. "I wasn't paying full attention, but I did see her tube actually open, as opposed to smashed open. If we were looking to fly this thing, she would probably be our best bet. Either way, we need a map to find the escape pods or the bridge. Though escape pods are probably still a better idea, because I doubt this is the only ship of theirs, and as soon as they realize that we were flying it, I'm sure they would blow us out of the sky."
Liz placed her arm over John's shoulder, using him as a crutch before leading him after Al.

"We need to find a way out. Obviously, but how, and where? Or we can fight our way to the Bridge and take control of this thing. Either way, so you know, I'm not a fan of martyrdom. I would say try to find a map of the ship, find some escape pods or life rafts or something. There should be something like that conveniently placed somewhere around here... Or there would be if there were any logic to this place, or if fortune favored us."
"Its just something that happens. Stress, heat of combat type thing, any of that can activate your gift. Anyways, if we can't find any thread or needles, I can tough it out. I just have to keep my head, and stay in control of my heart rate... It does hurt to put too much pressure on my legs though, and I don't want to make it any worse than it is, can someone help hold me up so I'm not putting too much strain on my legs?" Elizabeth asked, careful. "Preferably someone who isn't going to be fighting a whole lot on our way out of this forsaken place."
Why are people waiting on me? Why do I have to take charge? This is one of my character's personalities don't expect this to be how it works the whole time.
I tried waiting for someone else, but no one was posting.
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