There was no time to be immobilized! Ayra was up on the fourth floor, probably hurt, and Marie and Carter were getting away with murder!

Not murder, more like thievery, but in Destiny's opinion, it was worse than murder.

Lying there, still as stone, Destiny heard Evelyn cast spells towards that boy. She hoped at least one of them had hit, for she was tired of being chased by him. Who WAS HE anyway? Deep in thought about the stranger, Destiny felt her legs and arms seperate from her body, and she was once again able to move. If only there was a way to bring her fruit salad back from the dead..

Scrambling to her feet, Destiny noticed the boy lying on the ground. 'Do you think he is dead?'

She wasn't going to check. You know, she was defenseless and all.