Okay. So a lot was happening.
Maya had heard Alex call out to a boy, another Telekinetic, and curiosity drew her closer.
“Oho, another one? Awh, man, that’s so cool!” She cooed excitedly, but flinched like crazy as a couple of cars came crashing in through the walls, with Oliver seeming to be the one guiding them. He started trembling, and she tried to calm him down as Christian patched up the wall. Deciding to do her share in helping the clean up, the girl focused her energy on the couple of cars scattered on the field, pushing them off the stage with a wince of effort.
“Hey, hey, woah, it’s okay,” she murmured quickly at Ollie, trying to calm him down. “Um. Deep breaths, just breathe.”
Her voice wavered in panic; in all truth, she wasn’t too good at calming people down or comforting them. Startled at the sky blue aura surrounding him, the girl looked mortified as he was lifted into the air, and thrown onto the field.
Body moving on its own will, Maya darted forward, jumping over the stands onto the stage, where Ollie had landed.
“Sorry! Sorry! Please don’t hit me!” She babbled hurriedly, flashing Marcel a quick smile, heaving Ollie off the platform onto the sidelines. She knelt beside him, lightly slapping at his face. “Um. C’mon. C’mon, please don’t be dead. I’d feel really, really bad if you were dead.”
