While Zephyr's frantic predicament and astonished face might just have amused Trista, she was alittle too preoccupied with her own problems to actually notice right now.

She was still kinda under the influence of a force that seemed to want her to meld with the dirt, and possibly even squish her like a bug. Her vision blacking out, her lunges starved of air, and her mind straining and aching with continuous expended effort of holding onto....something......though her thoughts were kinda blurred right now, and she couldn't really remember what or why.....she only knew it was important she didn't let go. She was slowly fading, winding down, struggles weakened, into an ever sinking blackness.........

When suddenly the crushing pressure on her was lifted- not by much, but it seemed weaker, not as consistent.......even allowing her to push up afew centimeters from the concrete- which, while not much.....seemed a paddock full of space compared to what she'd just been through. Her body took over, taking this chance for all it was worth, drawing in the gasp after gasp of sweet air......drinking in so much of it so quickly, Tris almost passed out again from the oxygen high.....she was still held there, stuck in place by invisible winds, but she wasn't dead and she wasn't being attacked right now- what was Zephyr playing at?

.....but if Tris was anything it was die hard, take no prisoners stubborn.....she simply refused to faint like a damsel in distress right now........well, she was a damsel in a matter of speaking, and she was in distress.....but somehow- she got the vibe Zephyr wasn't exactly in the errant knight come to the recuse mood right now- not exactly his style so it wouldn't help.

..........Tris forced a pattern to her breathing, helping to calm her down and try marshaling her wayward thoughts from the dusty and warped corners of her mind they'd fled too- well obviously warped, trying to cast the guy who was trying to kill her as a would be prince charming was defiantly classified as not thinking straight.......trying to line her thoughts up in any coherent order and use them for thinking was proving a difficult task- post oxygen deprivation and all- all they seemed to wanna do was play amusing memories and party.....but while hazie, Tris persevered and eventually got round to the logical thought. She did wonder though about the intense stress headache she'd picked up that happened to be clamoring for attention......she almost felt like she was holding into something- a thought, a feeling, a memory maybe and couldn't let it go.......it was most uncomfortable.
She manged to get her head around and peer through one eye up at Zephyr- and what she saw surprised and intrigued her.......he actually seemed much more self absorbed than usual....like really, not attempting to slice and dice her or even paying much attention to her at all- he looked more concerned for himself then anything.

.....Tris flashed back to the moments before when she thought she just might well die here in this stupid place over a stupid slight on the whim of some arrogant and stuck up jerk who could not take a joke......She remembered the feeling of helplessness, the need to do something, the anger and fear and the building of her powers......her desperate inward mantra, a desperate plea aimed more at herself than anything out there, fearful of the true havoc her powers could cause in their uncontrolled state~please don't kill everyone, please please~

....her slow thoughts gradually catching up with current events. Trista saw that her primary response to this situation had been fear- of death, of herself......so while she had channeled a massive amount of emotion driven power that through her combustion gift would probably blow up half or more of this entire estate....she'd tripped the power surge to the fear switch, which meant the immobilization thing.......which meant non lethal freezing goodness and the happiness that came with her not desolatingly a good portion of this land.

....Trista subconscious mind that had directed the blasts full force was defiantly a devious and cunning part of her she would now like to meet and thank and applaud. She'd had other thing going on while it happened so this slipped her by, looking back to analyze it though......she reveled in the beauty of sheer dumb luck, or creative cunning or perhaps both, raising a glass in her mind to million to one chances. She knew what happened now, somehow even though she'd not seen it till now......she'd somehow effectively completely immobilized the air within and around Zephyr's body- doubted she'd ever be able to consciously do it again......and that made it unusable to the great commander of all thing aire- she'd laugh if she wasnt so damn tired and sore.....and the brain strain she'd been experiencing that had slowly been getting worse and making her more light headed was her extended link, control and attention to this phenomenon.....she couldn't let it go, wouldn't, the air around Zephyr would unfreeze and he would return to his particular hobby right now- which seemed to be the kicking of her ass.
She had to hold up this desperate mental grip even with the gnawing, throbbing pain in her skull as long as possible.....she wouldn't give up this fight just yet......but owww her head.

Zephry wasn't exactly out of the count though......as for his next trick, he seemed to conjure up several whirlwind type things that spun around, picking up junk and dirt from the floor to give them more body and sharp. Tris could only see acouple out of the corner of her eye- slowly spinning into her view like graceful and violent wraiths....she still could not move more than a wiggle in either direction- even if she had been able, she doubted she could mustered the motivation to move.....it taking up all her concentration to keep a hold of Zephyr, see he didn't get lose.

While the whirlwinds seemed to have none of the usual patented Zephyr finesse and malice.....they still got the job done in a brutish sorta way- throwing everything they dragged up from the floor every which way. Tris was immobile and she was a good target out in the open like this.....hit with shrapnel several times cause gashes and wounds all up and down her exposed back, and legs- and DAMN they hurt, like paper cuts only a thousand times worse.......though the worst was yet to come- in a move of pure randomness that had it been crafted could be no close to the perfection of the ironic moment.......A paint tin had had at one time been her weapon of choice came up her, bouncing off some other stuff to slow its force slightly........but still landing with quite the hollow *thunk* on her tender noggin.

.......it wasn't so much the pain she was focused on here as the stars before her eyes, increased blurriness of her vision.....and the dizziness that scattered her poorly collected thoughts to the wind.
.......she was fading ever faster now, blackness again encroaching on her eyes.......but still now as long as she held consciousness, she grimly held......a noble thought, but honestly hoe much longer could she take this.........not long it looked like.....

......and Tris happened to be right on this one, as extraordinarily slowly, her muscles relaxed and the allure of the darkness overtook her worn senses......and she was forced into the realm of unconsciousness, where trivial worries like mini cyclones and air that could crush the life out of you melted away.

......she hoped the freeze would hold even after she left it go, but due to its complicated nature, didn't bet on it.....oh well, nothing she could do about it now.....

Still trapped within his own element Zephyr’s appearance was akin to that of statue suspended ten feet in mid air. He could not move, he could not speak, he couldn’t even truly breathe; relying upon his gift to mine the rare particles of oxygen from the suffocating mass which surrounded him before transporting it down his choked throat and into his starving lungs. The process was not an enjoyable one for his body still believed it was suffocating and was continually attempting to implement the gag reflex to remove the abnormal obstruction yet his inability to move meant that he could only receive the constant, and rather unpleasant, signals from nervous system incorrectly telling him that he was slowly dying. ‘This is absurd' he growled silently within the confines of his own mind, ‘I will not be beaten by some slip of a girl in the middle of nowhere!’

In truth, the elementals anger was merely a façade; his current emotions ran far beyond simple rage or fury, Zephyr was scared. He was completely vulnerable, utterly powerless, not since he had gained the strength to defy his father had the young man felt quite as helpless as he did now. Closing his eyes Simon’s mind involuntarily delved into the vault of his memories and recalled the image of his father. The man had never had any love for his only son, seeing the child only as an obstacle in his quest for power and wealth whom he blamed on his late mistress. Simon recalled clearly all of the mans drunken rants about “the damn harlot” who had given birth to him 18 ½ years ago. Everything had been his mothers fault. A fact that his father had made sure Simon knew all to well, after all “she” was the reason a former business tycoon now had his business shunned by half the moral population. It was because of “her” that his father now had to prostrate himself before his real wife and beg her forgiveness in order to avoid a complex and expensive divorce. “She” was the reason he now had a bastard son to look after who was every bit as useless as his mother, everything would have been better if he had simply never met “her”.

Zephyr’s azure eyes snapped open and his heart rate increased rapidly as his old childhood memories reawakened old sensations he had long since buried; the desire to improve himself, to convince himself that he was not useless, that he was better than his mother, that he was worth… something.

With the blood pounding in his ears and his finite supply of oxygen rapidly extinguishing itself the elemental grappled with his bindings once more straining now with not only his gift but with every force at his disposal, veins and arteries pulsed violently as they delivered energy throughout his body, offering strength to underdeveloped muscles which now battled with all their might against the intangible bonds which held them still, as they strived to accomplish the will of their master and prove to him once again to the invisible specter of his father which floated before his eyes, ‘I’m not useless!’

Despite his anger and the adrenaline running through his veins it is unlikely that the elemental would have been unable to avoid the fate dealt to him by his bizarre bindings had his attention not suddenly become focused on something beside himself. The object of his focus would have been enough to dislodge anyone from their thoughts, it was not everyday after all that one finds themselves the target of an ancient car wreck hurtling along at well over 60mph. Fortunately for the mercenary though his prison was not only capable of keeping him encaged, it also had the ability to keep any foreign presence out. So when the steel husk slammed into the inert mass of air it reacted as though it had collided with a steel barrier and crumpled in upon itself like tissue paper before the young mans eyes and was enough to remove almost all thoughts of his less than happy childhood.

‘Where the hell did that come from?’ Simon thought in confusion as he glanced about with semi wide eyes and fought to turn his head and trace the abrupt projectiles path. His head however was just as immobile as the rest of his form and so his attempts were less than successful, not willing to be deterred so easily though the elemental extended his awareness to the space outside his unnatural prison for the first time since he had been encaged. When his mind encountered the raging vortex’s and howling winds which had been born from the residue flow of his powers his features morphed into outright shock; how had this happened?! When had he allowed his control to slip? Zephyr’s pride needled the back of his mind with these petty questions even as his more logical side came to the fore and swiftly instructed him to take the reins of his chaotic creations and Simon complied without hesitation.

In seconds what had once been a raging maelstrom of elemental fury was reduced to no more than a completely natural light summer breeze blowing through the cracked window pane, rusting machinery and iron debris dropped to the floor with a metallic clatter and everything fell still… for about five seconds.

Within his transparent cage Zephyr continued his assault with renewed vigour. He hadn’t had the chance to utilize his full potential until now; having become too distracted by his emotions concerning his current predicament he’d failed to notice a fair proportion of his strength had leaked away and wasted itself in the manifestation of some outlandish weather system. However now that his powers were once more completely at his command the elemental found himself now almost humming with energy, more than enough to deal with present situation. ‘Fist things first’ he told himself as he focused his thoughts upon thin coil of air and blasted it forward with his newly recovered strength, ejecting a piece of the frozen mass from the strange shell that surrounded him and at last giving him a clear passageway through which to breathe, something the mercenary wasted no time in doing. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to capacity with fresh, untainted air, allowing his element to refresh him in both body and mind as he summoned the power necessary to completely shatter his invisible bindings, to prove to the miserable girl below him that there was contest between them, that she would always be beneath him. However just when he had gathered the amount of energy he deemed necessary to burst from his prison, the air abruptly lost it’s alien presence, relaxing it’s oppressive hold as it once more started to shift and flow as was it’s nature.

Now most people would have considered this a good thing since naturally it meant one was no longer imprisoned and could enjoy relative freedom. However this was not the case with Zephyr who floated back down to the earth amid barely audible panting as his lungs worked to carry oxygen throughout his body through the process known as respiration. Although it had not been obvious the merc’s muscles, such as they were, had been straining for quite some time against his unnatural prison and were now shivering with fatigue and drenched in a thin layer of sweat. It would be a few minutes before he could walk without difficulty and so the elemental leaned himself against an undamaged sheet of scrap metal and contented himself to simply stare at the unconscious form of Trista Evans without really seeing her.

Something had clearly gone wrong during their little scuffle; he had been dominating her the entire time, her early attacks had been laughable and of no real consequence even her freezing ability had proved to be no real threat, at least initially. Then somehow, at the point when things should have ended the girl had managed to pull a wild card out of her meager arsenal and things had deteriorated rapidly from there. What truly bothered Zephyr was the not the amount of power that Tris had managed to instill into her attack, although that was a factor, no the real issue was how the girl had managed to achieve the control necessary to create her unnatural prison. The elemental had learned from experience with own abilities that a mutants power was normally closely linked to their emotions and so that could explain the redheads rise in strength; she had experienced some powerful emotion, most likely fear, and that had given her the required boost which had allowed her mutation to hold him for so long. However it did nothing to explain her enhanced control, “Practice is the key to control” he murmured to himself as his eyes refocused on Trista’s prone form, “It is not something that can be achieved overnight or gained in an instant…”

Pushing off the wall the British merc crossed the short distance between the two of them and stood glaring down at the helpless girl as though hoping his eyes would bore into her skull and give him the answer. “How did you do it?” he whispered as he crouched down to her level and cupped her chin in his hand to raise her face to his, “someone at your level… it shouldn’t be possible…” trailing off the elemental lowered her head and averted his gaze, why was he worrying about this? He was the victor here wasn’t he? Even if she hadn’t fallen unconsciousness and been unable to continue to her attack he would have beaten her anyway. Still he couldn’t dismiss the question from his mind, he needed to figure out what had happened; a mere girl should not have posed any sort of challenge to him, but this… ‘…a moment of extreme positive karma’ he decided after great length, which was just his way of saying Tris had been unbelievably lucky, ‘a once in a lifetime anomaly not to be repeated’

Armed now with an explanation Zephyr turned back to the unmoving redhead and debated what he should do next. Although he was indeed better off than Tris that did not mean he was completely comfortable; his muscles were stretched and would no doubt be sore in a few hours and he could feel the beginnings of a mild migraine forming at his temples. The sensible thing to do right now would be to return to his apartment and allow his body to relax, however he still had no idea where his where motorcycle was and the idea of leaving without it either in his possession or in pieces after all he’d been through did not sit well with the elemental. Ironically the only one who knew the location of said machine was the unconscious girl at his feet who would probably be more likely to spit in his face then tell him what he wanted to know. After considering the consequences for a moment Zephyr extended a hand, ‘It’s not as though she’s in any condition to go another round’ he thought humourlessly as he gently shook Tris’s shoulder to see if she would wake up. The moment his hand made contact though he knew something was wrong, the redhead’s dark clothes were suspiciously damp and when Simon removed his hand and examined it in the dim lighting available he saw that it was stained crimson. ‘…just my luck’ he mused as he swiftly started to examine the comatose girl for additional injuries.

A few moments later the merc had managed to identify a number of rather deep gashes along Trista’s lower back which were bleeding at a steady rate and could become a cause for concern if left to their own devices along with a sizeable lump on the back of her skull. He’d done the best he could to make some improvised bandages out of the bottom half of the girls jeans and the sleeves of her shirt but all in all Tris wasn’t in the best condition and even with his limited medical knowledge, which was none, Zephyr knew the girl would need to see some kind of specialist and get her wounds seen to before they became serious. However due to all the rubble and debris scattered throughout the district during their chase any kind of assistance Hunter had sent or planned to send would be severely delayed, which really only left the elemental one option at this point if he wanted his next paycheck to keep it’s current number of zeros.

Restraining an exasperated sigh the elemental rubbed his temples in an effort to ward off his oncoming migraine, ‘I’m beginning to think that you live to annoy me Ms. Evans’ he thought silently as he crouched down next to the aggravating redhead and rolled her onto her uninjured shoulder before slipping his arms around her upper back and under her knees and picked the limp girl up, carrying her in much the same way a parent would hold a sleeping infant. Pausing for a moment to have a final glance and survey their enclosed battlefield for anything that warranted his attention the mercenaries eyes fell upon the obsidian helmet that had somehow escaped him near the beginning of the confrontation. It wouldn’t really serve any use at this point, Simon was too tired to care who saw him fly and as he still had no idea where his motorcycle was he didn’t really need it for the moment, and so on a whim the merc sharpened a gust of wind and sent if flying towards the protective headgear which promptly reduced the onyx material to ribbons and then confetti.

When he was satisfied that there was nothing of any consequence left at the scene Zephyr at last began to ascend into the air with his impromptu passenger. It wouldn’t take them long to reach the labs by air, half an hour at most, and that was if he got lost. But it was still a boring trip with very little to look at and so after the first few minutes the mercs eyes eventually landed on the unconscious bundle he was carrying. It was odd really, when she wasn’t spitting insults or spluttering like a guppy fish the girl could almost pass for attractive… almost. As the flight went on and gradually began to draw to a close the elemental found himself still staring at his passenger, for despite her many personality flaws she was still far more interesting than the desolate grounds which surrounded the labs… the fact that her shirt had somehow become torn open had nothing to do with where his eyes were focused.

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(OOC: I'm pretty sure there's a few typos and the such but hopefully it makes sense, if not PM me and I'll fix edit it.))