marshal | @4memorys
stormie isn’t sure how much she has left in her. she feels decidedly useless, having no physical powers that let her properly defend anyone she cares about, instead has been using every bit of willpower she has to create decoys as a distraction. but it’s harder as time goes on, harder as she’s surrounded by more and more trauma and fear, she can taste it in the air, can feel her instinct to absorb it from the people around her to help them focus. but at the moment, she’s more focused on one thing, and that’s finding marshal. when she does, stormie sucks in a sharp breath. it’s obvious he’s hurt, she can see that, but she can’t tell the extent for now, is really hoping most of that blood isn’t his, and at least he’s away from the chaos at the moment, and she quickly drops to her knees beside him. “hi,” she says uselessly, randomly noting that her dress is one she’s recycling, her junior prom dress, marshal went with her to pick it out. “can you- can you move?” would moving him even help?















