Storm couldn't believe her eyes and ears. They'd been had. Despite two mutants searching out the locations of the Darkseekers, the infected had managed to arrange themselves perfectly to completely tear through their ranks and take them down, one by one. She fired until she felt it wasn't helping. The lives of the X-Men were more important to her than those who were trying to kill them. With mostly everyone injured, she was having difficulties trying to figure out how to take out the Darkseekers without harming their teammates. She surveyed the scene and sought out Cyclops' gaze, desperately. They had to start hitting them back, or they were going to be overwhelmed. Psylocke, Shadowcat and Colossus were re-grouping near the door. Mars and Northstar were separated, however. She raised her gun and steadied it in her right hand, then raised her left and concentrated on a creating a sphere of lightning. Not only would it help protect her own person, but perhaps it would frighten off the remaining numbers of humans. She began for Ronan, who was farthest out, and intended to drag him back if need be. "Cyclops, Northstar is nearing the exit." Cover him. She fired into the oncoming group that were threatening to cover Mars and let loose with bolts from the sphere that rotated in her hand. Shoot! Crack! Pop! "Mars," once she'd reached him, she tucked her gun under her arm and dispelled the lightning up into the center of the room, both giving everyone a bit of light and causing a wave of screams amongst the Darkseekers. Well, that must have hurt. Her hand grasped around the Irishman's upper arm just as she was knocked forward from a behind attack. It pushed Ororo down to the floor and her face landed so it was pressed awkwardly against the wood. His teeth were against her scalp, then the back of her neck before she had time to push herself up. Her whole body began to fizz with the threat of firing a bolt straight from her spine, and with the nervous energy, the male Darkseeker let loose an annoyed yelp and jumped onto Mars instead.
Her neck was bleeding, and her white hair was matted with fresh, warm blood. The gun that had been knocked from under her arm was just out of reach, and she scuttled forward to grab it. Ororo's eyes faltered slightly and her vision went hazy. Her fingers grasped around the piece, but the shocking pain and burning that had ignited in her flesh was causing her to feel nauseated and unable to work her hands - or much else. Her face fell against the floor again and she struggled to breathe. Oh my Goddess, she thought. The pain was unbearable. Please... she couldn't move. "Scott..."