Takes Shadow Stalker's power

It looked as though Sophia had a bad concussion, one that had left her unable to concentrate enough to phase out from under everything. I stretched a psuedopod through the rocks, even as I examined her parasite.

"Sophia," I said. "Wake the hell up."

I healed her. Amy would have avoided the brain, but I didn't bother. The temptation to switch a few things around was there, but I didn't bother. She'd either come around or she wouldn't, but I'd save her. I telekinetically shoved water into her mouth, which was parched. Amy's power couldn't do a lot about the dehydration; she didn't have enough water in her system to do much.

She coughed as water went down the wrong pipe, and she instinctively switched to her shadow form, rising out of the rubble ready to fight despite her weakened state.

I switched into shadow form too, and I patted her on the cheek. She staggered back in shock, switching back to the real world and falling on her ass onto rubble.

"What the hell?" she demanded.

"You've been sleeping on the job," I said. "Get the hell up."

"How did you…?" she demanded.

"Powers?" I said. "Does it matter?"

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