Ravens were never particularly good omens. "He takes his job very seriously," Nik commented dryly. Freya looked put out, but didn't argue. "Sorry Frey." She loved that thing. He couldn't understand why.
He turned his attention to Marco, ignoring the bird's squawks for attention. "Have you ever been hit by lightning? I've heard it hurts," Nik arched his scarred brow at the paramedic, a sparkle of amusement in his dark eyes. "If you're up for it, go ahead." Freya interrupted, waving her hands in front of her. "No no, Marco I called you because some of his friends are hurt. They're at the back of the tent. I things they took a few too many shocks. There's a girl passed out." Her brow creased, fingertips pinching the bridge of her nose. This had become such a horrible mess.
"I was hoping you'd try to get to the boy. The bird can't claw you, at least," the smile she shot Nikolaos was so apologetic it looked pinched. He sighed. Impenetrable skin didn't protect him from electricity. "Just don't do the stone thing. I mean, I don't think he's that horrible. I tried to call a telepath to calm the boy, but no one answered..."
Nik peered through the mouth of the tent, then pulled his head back reflexively when another flash blinded the interior. He shot Marco a skeptical look. "I guess I play bait, you rescue the kids before it gets worse?" What choice did they have?