Elektra wasn’t sure when the bird had landed next to Octane’s leg. One moment there was nothing and the next, it - no, she was there. The transformation took but a moment. Elektra’s heart slammed against her ribs, a useless bit of relief bubbling to the surface of her thoughts.
She rose as Xian approached the metal grate. No need to ask who Xian meant. No need to beat around the bush, either. “Dead,” Elektra replied and hated that her voice shook, even a little. People died all the time, usually by her hand. What was the big deal? “They took him away about an hour ago. What was left, anyway.”
Let me out, she wanted to plead. Instead, she made herself say, “He had it coming. Locked me in here and tried to take on a horde. Don’t know what he thought he was doing.” Playing the hero, probably. Saving her life, which she hadn’t asked him to do. Being Octane.