[ Red is a good colour. Clark's cape agrees, as he works his own way through the monsters. He keeps track of her by the gunshots and the accompanying click of her heels. She needs help the least, at the pace she's going.
He ends up pushing something in her way for her to shoot at it, hovering next to it, scanning it for any healing factor at work. ]
a call to arms
He ends up pushing something in her way for her to shoot at it, hovering next to it, scanning it for any healing factor at work. ]
No problem.
[ He smiles politely as he lands. ]
After you.