And then Kaitlyn remembered that these people had guns. She hadn’t exactly forgotten, but she had been doing a very good job of not thinking about it between her little internal pep-talk and now. Everything had been moving too quickly, going too smoothly for her to stop and think. There hadn’t been time to think. There still wasn’t time to think. They needed to move now.

But the Judge was telling her to blow through a huge freakin’ door. This huge freakin’ door was the only thing between them and a bunch of heavily armed people who wanted to kill them, and the Judge wanted it to stop being there. People like that guy with the MAC-10 who had a metal ‘J’ lodged in his brain.

She took a few seconds to stare at the door while she tried to make her legs stop shaking.

“…Okay,” she squeaked.

The redhead took a few steps forward, sliding more of her arm through her unfolded shield’s handles so she could lay both of her hands on the door’s surface. Her plan was to blow the door, then hide behind her little shield and jump out of the way.

KRA-KOW![/i]

A wave of pure destruction rolled along the door’s surface, disintegrating everything in its path. In a split second, the door was gone, as was a chunk of the wall around it. The floor became littered with pieces of metal only slightly larger than grains of sand. Kaitlyn barely had time to move her shield between herself and the barrage of bullets that met her. Several hit the metal barrier, making her stumble backwards.

Then, she began to feel something very unusual. It felt like a nail had just been rammed into, then through her foot, and the hammer responsible still had enough momentum in it to smash the rest of her foot. She cried out in pain. Only by some miracle did she stop herself from falling over. The top of her right boot became decidedly more red than it was when she’d put it on.

KRA-KOW!

The Judge felt it as the door imploded inward, and crushed a man who had been standing behind it, thinking he could get them as they opened it. Bad call on his part.

Thus far things were going well; The girl held up her shield, to block the incoming wave of bullets, and he was quickly maneuvering around her in order to shield her... Unfortunately, thing started going a lot less well. His young sidekick was being knocked around by the bullets, and didn't know to get under cover. Before he knew it he felt a bullet ricochet against the wall, and smack into her foot. His fist clenched, and he quickly scooped her up, diving into the room the now dead mac 10 user had come from. He spoke to her quickly and calmly.

"You've been shot. It's incredibly painful, I know. Stay calm. I'll do the best I can to patch it up. If you freak out, we won't make it out of this alive. Do you understand, Jury?"

To her credit, she'd remained standing through acquiring the wound, but he had to make sure she wasn't torn apart by bullets when she dropped her guard. He set her down against the wall, and quickly got to work, pulling a small spray bottle from his belt, and squirting the blood puddles on the ground with it. He did his best to keep her mentally engaged so she didn't fall into shock, only pausing to quickly grab the fallen man's mac 10 and unload it's clip into the wall next to them very quickly, and suddenly. A hand popped into view on the floor through the door next to the wall, blood quickly pooling around it, and the new corpse attached to it.

He felt the other men who had been with that one falling back... they wouldn't do so for long....

"I'm going to take off your boot. I'll make it as quick as possible."

A surprisingly quick procedure later, and her foot was wrapped up, and a small shot for the pain would make it a little more bearable... It wasn't expert work, but it would work for now. "We need to press on, Jury... They will come for us if we try to escape. After we are done, I'll take you to a healer. Do you understand?"

Kaitlyn nodded. She understood all of it, especially the “incredibly painful” part. Damp spots appeared on her cloth mask, right next to her eyes. Her face was red, contorted into a grimace. Hands flew to cover her ears, and she shut her eyes tight as the Judge fired through the wall at the thugs.

She really, really, really, really didn’t want to be doing this anymore. The whole ‘super hero’ thing was stupid, and she felt stupid for not realizing how stupid it was until now. Only now it was too late, and she was probably going to get killed.

A whimper escaped her lips when the boot came off, despite her efforts to stay quiet. She decided not to let that happen again, mere moments before the Judge decided that it would be a good idea to jab a needle into her foot.

Whimper.

After the initial pain of the injection, though, she started to feel better. She was still terrified out of her mind, but at least her foot didn’t hurt as much. And she was even more terrified, now that the Judge was telling her that her only chance to survive was to keep fighting.

Kaitlyn nodded. She understood. Doing her best to pull herself together, she tried to stand up, with mixed results. Her foot hurt even more when she tried to put weight on it. When Kaitlyn realized this, she needed to prop herself up against the wall to stop herself from falling over.

“I’m okay.” Her voice wavered. She didn't exactly feel 'okay,' nor was she confident that she would live long enough to become 'okay.' But she could probably still walk, if she really had to.

He could make this quick... He knew it... They needed to get her to a healer, and he knew the right people to get it arranged. Without another word, he hoisted the girl onto his back. "Hold on tight..." He supported her with his energy absorbing hand, with made it rather difficult for her to fall off, and grabbed his crowbar. "Jury, I'm going to need the biggest blast you can muster... Remember, right side only." He hoped she could control it that much at least... He supposed he could use his full body absorption, but he could really only do it once per fight, and he had a feeling he would need it.

He immediately started pressing forward, careful to keep Jury out of harms way, and pay attention for any gunmen approaching from behind. He would need that blast to do what he had planned, though... As he stepped into the hallway, bullets started pouring in; he winced as a few hit him; the small arms fire simply bounced off his armor, or stuck in the steely silk of his right side. A toss of his hammer produced a short grunt, and he ducked under cover once again. "Any time now, Jury. Stay with me."

He heard the sound of a desk being flipped on it's side... They'd found cover, and were waiting for him to press forward... That was a good thing, though... It meant they were all in one spot.