No High Like Sky High (TatlTails and OrionFinis)

"J... just do what you c-can." Madi panted back, too overwhelmed to think up a new plan on the fly. For now, all she could do was shove the robot as far away as she could before breaking her shield. She needed all her focus to use Timaeus' energy, especially if she was going to drain him quickly.

She thanked whatever gods were out there that she could feel the electricity running through his veins, yellow and sharp. The instant she found it, she started pulling it out. It was like unraveling a spool of thread, and she was yanking out as much as she could before stuffing it in tangled knots wherever she needed it. It only took her a second or two to find what felt like a shift in the energy's color. The new energy was more purple and spongey, and thankfully easy to cut off from the yellow. She figured it was Timaeus' natural energy, and she did not want to draw from his life force by accident.

The instant she cut off the energy, she pulled out of Timaeus' grip and returned her sights to the robot. Her fatigue was gone, and her headache had greatly lessened, so she figured that meant it had worked. She tested the remainder of the theory by attempting to snare the robot a second time.
 
He could feel the transference of power this time as he made contact with her flesh. It was a unique sensation, almost like being poured out but willingly. It was almost a comforting sensation. At her words, he hurled himself forward again and grabbed at the same section of wire he had before, but there was no charge going to them. The bot had adapted and was still adapting. It looked down at him and broke past her barrier with a concussive hiss.

Timaeus stood there and squared off with the bot. He would give his hero time to recover and be able to pass this good for nothing show of force test. It was now time for him to see what he could do with kinetic energy. The bot swung for his gut but it when it contacted it was as if the bot had pulled the punch at the last second. The only clue you had that it had not was the fact that Timaeus’s shirt ruffled angrily. He felt a warm in the pit of his stomach and looked up to the bot with a smirk and returned the blow in kind expecting it to have the stockpiled energy behind it but his fist met metal and crunched. The bot picked him up and let loose a volley of blows that his body all absorbed until his head lolled back in a stupor. The bot had only knocked him out, but you would have thought the boy dead from the look of him.

And with that, the bot advanced on Madi.
 
Here's something one should know about Madi's powers: They were an extention of herself, an extention of her mind. They were part of her as much as her physical body was. This meant that if something (like I dunno, a giant robot) were to break through a construct she created (like a shield or containment of some kind), it would hurt as badly as breaking a bone.

Which meant that the events leading up to Timaeus' downfall were spent with Madi desperately clutching at her head and crying out in pain. Either fortunately or unfortunately, she'd had a lot of practice in trying to recover quickly from this pain. She managed to regain awareness, if nothing else, just in time to see the robot's initial punch.

If that didn't cause an adrenaline rush, she didn't know what would.

She vaguely registered the shriek of terror that came out of her mouth, before slightly-less vaguely managing to compute that Timaeus had not been harmed... And then everything went to hell in a handbasket and the robot picked him up and wouldn't stop hitting him and goddammit her powers weren't working they kept sputtering out because her head was still splitting open with pain but oh god he needed her powers please work why aren't you working he's going to die oh my god why did he stop moving oh god-

Her feet were frozen to the floor for a god-awful moment, she couldn't even feel them anymore. Her eyes were locked on Timaeus, still limp in the robot's hand, getting closer with every step the monstrosity took.

It was only when it had gotten halfway to her when survival instinct kicked in. She still couldn't look away from the dreadful sight as she backpedaled as far away as she could, but her horrified voice managed to shriek out somewhere towards the teachers. "C-call it off!" She begged, nowhere near too proud to. Not after this... "P-please, CALL IT OFF!"
 
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