Much to his chagrin, Mars had lost his weapon at some point before Storm appeared at his side. God damn it, now she was down (and hurt). "Storm..." he reached for the woman, intending to pull her towards him though it wouldn't have done much good. Scott was on his way over, but was knocked down by Beast. He'd thought that's who it was, though it was hard to swallow. He was obviously no longer the Hank they'd known. Or was he? Shouting orders and...picking him up? Any other time he would have found it degrading and tried to walk on his own, but right now he didn't care. His face and neck burned like fucking hell and the agonizing fire kept spreading.