So backup was arriving soon enough, hopefully taking out the trouble makers would reduce the chances of the crowd causing trouble. He really wished he had the META Bot functioning about now.

"You do realise I feel an echo of any pain I deal right?" Linely half joked about it, slightly disconcerted by his co-worker's colder tone. As he watched the overgrown muscly man stumble but keep going. Mellitus looked like that hurt. She must feel some of the force the gloves feel he thought. That would explain why she was rubbing her fist.

Nevertheless, Linely knew what would have to be done "If I flinch slightly, that's because around half the force of what you just did-you get the picture" He found the extremely recent pain without too much of an issue, surface pain was always easy to find. Linely tensed his groin, as the man seemed struck a second time in the vulnerable area.

Mellitus had a punch like getting kicked by a horse. Linely nearly bit down hard on his tongue. His voice cracked partly into a squeak then lowered back to it's usual British tone "That hurt, don't like bringing back pain there for obvious reasons." He joked. and continued to observe the crowd for threats.

Some of the crowd noticed this and began to disperse , but it was still bad. A small group of humans were gathered round someone who was on the floor. Thankfully it didn't look like they were kicking the individual while he was down. Still didn't look good. "Morrison-looks like we have a casualty over there, anything you can do?" He spoke with concern. He couldn't quite remember what Morrison's mutation was, but it was possibly situationally useful here.

No, she hadn't counted on Linely feeling approximately half the punch to the groin she had just given the big man. His voice heightened in pitch slightly as he used his power, and he commented on it, joking through the pain.

"Ow." Amelia confirmed with deadpan delivery. She followed up with a polite. "Sorry. I'll keep that in mind."

Feeling half the pain he made people relive... that was a double-edged sword. Then again, so was her power at times. She didn't dwell too much on it. Too much to do.

Morrison saw the person on the ground. He grimaced. A casualty. It had been bound to happen, with the confusion and disorder in the crowd, but still. It never left a good taste in his mouth, despite all his years doing his job. "I'll call for an ambulance. It should arrive around the same time as the backup. Unfortunately, I don't have any way to heal them... though I do have first aid training. Basic. If I can do anything to help them--- 'Course, I'd have to get to them. And--"

"I can help." Amelia said. Her eyes were locked on the person on the ground surrounded by the crowd. "I took a first aid class, too." Right alongside CPR for that summer she helped out at the local Y pool. "I almost went into nursing before I changed majors. It's nothing substantial, but-- if I can do anything to help before the EMTs arrive. You make that call. Linely. Let's disperse the crowd to get to that person and see if we can help."

The man on the ground wasn't moving. That didn't mean they were dead, outright. They could have been unconscious. They could have been injured. And as police, it was their job to help everyone. Disperse the crowd. Help the person on the ground. Perform triage on the situation. Morrison nodded, and turned to make some calls on his radio. He waved a hand at them, a gesture that meant 'Go, do it!'

>> "Linely. Let's disperse the crowd to get to that person and see if we can help"

Hopefully their training would help with this, it wasn't too hard to push through a crowd with the training that the NYPD gave most officers, any trouble makers could be incapacitated by his powers as well, mostly.

"Ok Mellitus, when I say go... we go"

He waited for a decent opening , the lower the number of obstacles they got , the better. On their own they couldn't disperse the whole riot, but they could make a break to the man, and the ambulence would make people move quickly. Then he spotted a reasonable opening.

"Now Mellitus!"

He ran , making a break for the man on the floor, pushing aside anybody who got in his way, gently as possible of course. Hopefully this was simply a case of unconsciousness rather than something more serious.

There was blood on the man's shirt, but not much of it. The people around him were looking at him, not sure what to do. "NYPD, clear off, we'll take this from here" he spoke bluntly. "Mellitus, looks like we're going to need your first aid training" he shouted behind him , hoping that the officer was there,

They made a break for it. Linely helped clear a path, and she shouted for people to step aside whenever they blocked their path. The crowd was operating on riot mob mentality, but some still listened to a police officer with strength in their voice. If people didn't move when she demanded it, she adjusted their positions gently with a set of semi-transparent hands. Her leather gloves were back on. Hands moved to direct the flows.

Together, they reached the man. She, a couple of steps behind. Linely directed people back.

Crouching, Amelia looked at the man. She saw the blood. In this situation, you didn't move the person. She had no way to know the severity of the wound, short of removing the shirt. But maybe... sometimes, when she used her power, she could "feel" around with it. What clothing touched, she could "feel" through some sort of tactile response psychic feedback. It helped her by giving her a sort of long range sense of touch. In this case... gently, she pressed the near-invisible hand-shaped psychic construct into the victim's shirt... and let it fill the article of clothing. Her eyes closed as she tried to "sense" the wound. ... There! It was on his sternum, not too far from the blood spot. It felt like a stab wound, not too deep... the moisture she felt underneath the shirt's fabric told her it wasn't bleeding excessively. Focusing on manipulating the shirt with her mind, she applied pressure to the point of injury. It seemed like it was far enough away from the lungs... perhaps it had knicked a rib which deflected the strike. Shallow, more a slash than a stab, she realized, as she worked. To an outside observer, it would look like Amelia was simply crouched by the man... and his shirt was pressing itself down.


Amelia relayed a brief summary of a description of the wound to Linely, and told him she was applying pressure. Turning her focus to another task, she left the shirt to its job of keeping the pressure on and tied off the psychic construct's flow. It would stay as it was, until she cut the energy and broke the construct's flow, or moved out of range. Amelia took the man's pulse, counting the seconds on her wrist watch. His heart rate wasn't high, but it wasn't fading. For the moment, he seemed to be stable. They'd want to get him on the ambulance as soon as possible. The EMTs would be able to give him fluids, and set him up with a better bandage than his own shirt. He'd need stitches, and recovery time. Getting to him as fast as they had would likely help, though. The pressure would help the wound stay closed and help it seal. Preventing blood loss was crucial.

How long had passed since she'd started working? Three minutes? Five? The crowd was still moving around them. Off in the distance, Morrison was still working to stabilize the situation. She could see two other police officers had arrived on the scene, and were helping disperse the crowd now. When had that happened? The EMTs would arrive any minute. After them, the riot unit would show up. The RIOT unit might need to help the EMTs get in, if this crowd was still a problem by then.

The extra police officers would certainly help , as Linely saw them in the distance. Morrison probably appreciated the help. The riot unit was going to be around soon, and that meant the mutants with the SERIOUS crowd control abilities. They'd thought about putting him in the Riot team at one point, but they figured single target disabling was probably better for plainclothes , high profile targeting.

The man was in a lot of pain, Mellitus was at least sorting out some basic medical care. The description was not surprising. Getting stabbed with a broken glass bottle would do that to you. The EMT would be required to properly sort things. The wailing of sirens shattered the sound of the crowd.

Mutants and humans alike were running out of the way of the ambulances, which were going at enough speed to encourage people to stay way, not enough speed to actually run them over. Getting static would be the problem, people tended to lose their mind in riots. Linely just hoped it wasn't one of those times.

"Mellitus we cannot let the rioters near enough to the EMT to cause trouble, I don't know who's on EMT duty this time, only one of them has the ability to deal with a riot trying to cause trouble, and she'd hit everyone within a pretty wide radius with nitrous oxide if she used her power." Linely just hoped it wouldn't come to that.

The ambulances had arrived, something Amelia was incredibly grateful for. Linely made a valid point. The ambulance workers could not afford to be diverted or disturbed by the crowd. Especially not if someone was forced to use a destructive power like that.

Amelia took one step away from the man, rising as she looked towards the approaching EMTs. "Linely, stay by his side for a minute. I'm going to clear a path for them."

Since he was stable for the moment, Linely was mainly there to make sure people didn't step on the man. Amelia appreciated the extra help. Sure, he could have helped make a hole for the EMTs, but... sometimes, people listened to a bossy woman easier than a young-looking man. And also, she had powers better equipped to gently shifting people out of the way. He just had pain.

"Make a hole!" She shouted. "Clear a path for the EMTs." One of her constructs was the one keeping pressure on the wound. For the other, she moved her hand palm out in front of her, like Daniel-san in The Karate Kid, a classic 'Wax On' motion. A big blue hand half her size appeared in the air in front of her, mimicking the motion. It was big enough to grab everyone's attentions, including the emergency personnel. She changed the pose her hand was making, to wiggle a finger towards them, the signal for 'come on'. She was loud and sounded in-charge. People actually listened. The urgency in the voices of the emergency workers also gave people cause to pause and look. Sure, it was a riot situation, but it had been ingrained in them to make way for ambulances and emergency crews. Outside their periphery, people were still causing problems, but within the field of their influence, things had started to calm down.

Her big blue psychic hand rested in the air to the right of the EMTs as they bridged the 200 foot area between the man and them. She kept it up and active, to shield them from the crowd. There were two workers, a man and a woman. The woman was Amelia's height, shorter than the man, with blond hair pulled back in a smart ponytail and a harried look on her face. The man looked like he could almost have been Linely's twin, save for a hawkish nose with a crook in it that looked like it had been broken a few times, and longer shaggy brown hair in disarray, down to the back of his neck. The duo made it to the injured man with relatively little influence from the crowd. Amelia had felt some clothes press up against the blue hand for a moment, but she had pushed back gently, and they'd thought better of it. The EMTs had a wheeled table between them, and whatever else they needed strapped to its side. Amelia briefed them, and they quickly snapped to work. Her concentration on the construct applying pressure vanished as she cut the flow, and left the man in their hands.

"Linely, let's leave them to it. Is that--" Her voice cut short as she caught sight of the RIOT unit arriving several hundred feet away, in a series of big black tactical vans. "Finally." Backup had arrived. The big blue hand hovering next to her rose in the air and waved.