Siren


Siren drew her brow together as the mental image of some...thing flashed through her psyche, its hideous visage shivering down her skin as she was lost in confusion into not only what it was and who had seen it, but if it was even real and not just the vivid imagery of a fevered, panicked imagination.

Compounding this was the increasing violence of the shaking earth taking place dozens of meters below Siren's hovering body, as well as a small group of workers held in a supply closet on the second floor.

Gliding around the building, her yellowed hair billowing in the high winds, Siren reached her mind out to find the stand workers. When she had done so, she grasped the wall with her telekinetic powers and steadily pulled a hole through it. While she did so, she retained the rubble the perforation created, in order to hold it out for each worker to stand on before being gently floated down to the ground.