Completely confused now, she watched the interloper cause the ceiling to start collapsing, mostly near her opposer. She growled excitedly and looked around, trying to figure this out. Every thought changed when he tugged on her arm. She practically went into an animal state of mind. Literally screaming, she pulled away and animated a pile of CDs to fly at him. Growling, she watched the ceiling carefully and confusedly. What? What the hell? Was he trying to kill Erik? She didn't want him dead! She had no reason for him to flipping die. And why was this new guy on her side anyway? She didn't know him. Absolutely confused, she stood up straight and stretched her arms out, animating the ceiling to stay up as long as she could. However, already tired from before, she doubted how long it would last.

"What are you doing?" She snarled at Alex, still confused, and still trying to figure this out as quickly as possible with out anyone dieing.(as much as she loved that) She only wasted her time killing on people who deserved to die...Like...The Prime Mover. Or people who needed to learn personal space. So basically at the moment, the only one she'd kill was Alex.(Let's face it. She didn't like being confused.)

She didn't know nor care that Erik was a 5. Possibly dangerous...but seriously. What did she care? She was supposed to be the dangerous one here. Hm...Not exactly her plan.

So he was a doctor then. But she didn't need saving anyways. Didn't he understand that. At his next statement, her stunning eyes went wide like a deer in the headlights. "You wouldn't dare." She snapped back, growling and watching his temper go off so easily. She watched curiously a moment, still working to keep the ceiling up...until the guy started gagging. Was he really choking? You've got to be kidding! And now she had to make a choice. Keep the ceiling up to help Erik, or get this new guy out of here where he can breathe. Honestly, she trusted Erik's power to save himself. She'd seen a hint of his power, and there was plenty to go around. Her eyes locked with his once more, and she assumed in this time he probably would've already done something. Too confused to fine out, she released her hold on the ceiling and and knelt down beside Alex, almost prodding his back to get him to cough up whatever he swallowed, but she doubted that was the situation.

Quickly slipping her body under his arm, humiliated that she had to get so close, she pulled up to try and direct him and support him, quickly hurrying out the back door of the Walmart. Now this was only an attempt. He may of pulled away for all she knew. She released whatever hold she had and stood back, watching the buildling carefully and cursing. She wasn't through with that Erik kid. Their fight was far from over. Her blues narrowed excitedly with this small promise to herself.

ooc}} aaah Erik's not supposed to get all weak! xD Poor Angel.


He managed to look up blearily before Erik disappeared, and wound up a few feet from him. He had to get himself under control, or he'd die and then the man who could turn into air would. He snapped his eyes shut, and tried and tried, willing himself to calm down and get back into control. He sighed almost peacefully, eyes opening slowly. His hands wrapped around the girl's waist and he slipped from her like a phantom, moving over to Erik. His face was blank, jade eyes holding a bored look, no emotion what so ever hovering in them. He bent down, and moved his hands over Erik, feeling his blood and things it possessed. A weakness to pollen... with a small sound he stood, taking his hand and sweeping the air free of dust from the ceiling and replacing the ones that were now falling with the others. He turned back to the man, and knelt again. "If you can hear me, please don't move and stay as calm as possible. It will make this easier for me." With the lightest movement, his hands rose and touched Erik's fore-arms, the barest of touch. His eyes shut slowly, concentrating on the blood which coursed under his fingertips. He was only able to make his allergies less potent for a little, and hopefully that would give him time to start breathing correctly again. He hoped that his small touch on the girl wouldn't set her off: it wasn't the time.