Alpha was hardly incapable of improvised ass kicking, but they had developed a fireproof modus operandi that Gemini appreciated. As a healer with a radial ability, determining her movement patterns on any active field was a lot like planning chess moves three steps ahead; Onslaught could heal himself, so how was Backlash faring, where had Blitz gotten too, did Dragon need a boost? Assess. Position accordingly.
Tonight, her chess game was being stomped on by an unseen grandmaster.
Gemini had ducked behind a thick wall of shipping pallets, within range to begin healing the GSW Blitz had taken to the arm. It was surprisingly slow work for such a minor wound. She could feel it in her body; cellular activity was slow like molasses. Her back to the pallets, she ducked lower to avoid a volley of munitions fire. Beth grimaced and curled in on herself to protect from ricocheted shards of wood.
"On it," she replied over the comm. Spurred by the voice of the eye in the sky, she was on the move to a forward position when she rounded a corner, right into one of Scuito's charging men. She tripped him. Sprawled on the concrete warehouse floor, Gemini was on top of him in half a second. While he struggled she grabbed his head and braced it, the veins in his neck turning sickly green, shooting higher towards his skull. If she could just secure a few thralls to help bolster her abilities...
His eyes were jaundicing, but too slowly. The thug finally managed to kick her off of him, sending her crashing back into the pallets. He stumbled off, coughing and wheezing and trying to clear his lungs, yelling for backup; "she's over here!" Like he knew who she was.
"Steele, my secondaries are crap. I think they know us." The situation was worsening by the minute.