Wicked said nothing she just continued to summon. She had an idea a creative but dangerous idea. She had never used her powers like this and she hopped it would work.
The alley way was now filled, she could hardly see the buildings anymore. Now there were more hand son Tab's railing. Shaking a rattling, not with the intent to scare but the intent to rip the damn thing out from the building. And once there was no room on the railing they took a swipe Tabs's wrist and ankles. They had had enough of begin blown up. There was a boom and and beneath the sea of blue bodies there was a glow bulging out.
Wicked went whiter, her face became sweatier and her vision was blurring. But she was still there,so she continued to summon. The more she summoned the more the pain went away. It was true she shared their pain, but she could also ease it with more of them.