"So, what's the plan?" Finn asked, looking at Charlie who seemed distracted by something. He wonders if it's food.

Santana frowned when Charlie doesn't answer and follows her gaze to see that she's staring at Dalton, she rolls her eyes and smacks Charlie's arm hard. "Gimpy Smurfette! Pay attention."

Charlie blinked twice and turned to look at Santana, "For the millionth time, it's just Smurfette! There is no adjective before Smurfette, like all the other Smurfs. Everyone and I do mean everyone, knows that."

"What's the plan Gimpy Smurfette," Santana repeats, her lips quirking upward in a smile when Charlie scowls at her. "If we're facing Dalton, Sebastian is obviously going to be a problem, as is Blaine, and Hunter. Maybe not for you, but for the rest of us, Sebastian can and will capture all of us in seconds. So, we need a plan, and as much as I don't want to deal with Lauren, we might need her."

Charlie was quiet for a moment glancing once more at Dalton, the whole thing was going to be massively problematic, but they needed to get past Dalton to get to the finals. "We have two options; I can take out Dalton by myself—"

"That's not happening," Santana interrupts immediately. "You are not invincible. And Dalton actually does have good teamwork. Plus, we're already on thin ice with the judges because of Lauren, I'm sure you could nuke everything and call it a day, but lethal force is prohibited. And you doing everything makes McKinley look weak, like we're only on the team so you can be a hero."

Charlie glanced at the rest of her team, for a moment noting that some of them were nodding along with Santana. Charlie frowned; it really would be easier if she could just do this by herself, but she did see Santana's point, if she made a mistake with no one to cover her it could spell the end of McKinley. "Alright, Tina, Artie, Kitty, Matt, Finn, Ryder, Santana, you're with me."

"Wait what about us?" Rachel demands. "Jake, Sam should have an opportunity to participate."

Santana's brow furrowed and she turned to look at Charlie who looked like she was about to waffle on her decision, "Your powers are support base Rachel, Sam's a klutz, and Jake—well he's woefully underpowered for this job."

"Tina's support as well," Rachel pointed out. She immediately turns to Charlie, "I know I can be helpful, and as Captain you should be attempting to showcase all our powers."

"Seriously Rachel, you're willing to risk the entire team losing just so you can have a few moments in front of scouts and agents?" Kitty snapped at her.

Before a fight can break out Charlie sends a bolt of electricity into the ground causing a few of them to scatter. "Lauren should be on the list of every agent here, but her grandstanding and her recklessness not only cost us, but she's now toxic." Charlie sighs and glances at the time, they didn't have long before the buzzer. "Look, I know you guys want to make your mark here, but I need to look at the bigger picture. We need to stop Dalton here; I don't want them following us to sectionals. Part of that means shutting down the amount of points that they can get. The more people we field—"

"The higher Dalton's score is going to be if we get captured," Santana finishes looking at Charlie and then at the scoreboard. Dalton was in second, if they gathered enough points, they would be a problem in the future. Santana smirks, she wanted to see the look on Sebastian's face when Dalton didn't make it past regionals. Santana turns to look at the rest of the McKinley Titans. "Charlie's right, we need to play this smart. If we manage to get to sectionals, then we all stand a better chance of being recruited. We need to play both offense and defense."

Rachel hesitated; she had no idea how well she was doing. If she'd been noticed, "We're supposed to be a team, you think the scouts won't notice that we're the only three people left behind?"

"Quite frankly if Lauren hadn't benched herself, it really would only be Santana, Lauren and myself. Maybe Tina, for reconnaissance." Charlie bit her lip and glanced at the time again; ten seconds. "Santana, Artie, Finn, Tina, and myself will go forward. Finn you protect Artie. Tina you find a place that you can watch and keep a track of the field, reporting in through the radio. If they get caught, then your job quite frankly is to try and rescue them if I can't get to it—" The buzzer sounds and Charlie grimaces. She still had more instructions to give out but it was time. She quickly moves, so she's in lockstep with Santana. "I need to focus on Sebastian, he's the biggest threat. I need you to lead the rest of the team against everyone else. Maybe we can wrack up some points ourselves before—"

"Well isn't Dalton confident. It seems they are only going with three people. Sebastian Smythe, Hunter Clarington, and Blaine Anderson, are going against the Titan's who have decided to play it a bit safer, going with their Captain Charlie Fabray, Santana Lopez, Tina Cohen-Chang, Finn Hudson and Artie Abrams." Rod practically bellowed.

Santana scowled, "It looks like Dalton had the same idea as we did."

"Not quite," Charlie mutters mostly to herself, before she closes her eyes and exhales, before one of her metal band bracelets slides off her wrist and she begins to manipulate it, making the metal brace thinner and longer, before she uses it to wrap around her eyes. Once her eyes are covered, Charlie exhales slowly before increasing the magnetic field around her.

Santana glanced over at Charlie, frowning for a moment, before deciding to simply focus on the task ahead. She had been tasked with taking out both Blaine and Hunter. Both Sebastian and Hunter were high level fours, but Blaine was a level 3 at best. That wasn't to say that Blaine was weak, his abilities were similar to Jake's, but unlike Jake, what made Blaine dangerous was his martial arts. He seemed capable of moves that many would say was impossible. His reflexes, speed, attack and defensive abilities, exceeded most members of Dalton Academy.

Hunter's abilities, he had always been a pain. He had the rare ability to create and manipulate threads. She had no idea what the threads were made of, but they were practically invisible to the naked eye, and she'd witnessed Hunter cutting through a massive boulder with one of his threads. What made things more problematic was she was certain that Hunter Clarington was a sadist as well as a sociopath. She would have to be the one to take him down. "Finn. Artie. You're in charge of handling Blaine. We need to split up, Tina the moment the buzzer rings, go invisible and get to high ground, like Charlie said you're going to be directing traffic. Ignore Sebastian and Charlie."

Before Tina could nod or say anything, the second buzzer sounded and all hell broke loose.

~ O ~

"Charlie's showing off again," Brittany said in a flat tone. "I thought you talked to her about making the other kids feel bad because they were weaker than her."

"Who cares about that, why isn't Rachel on the field?" Quinn demanded.

Leroy glanced over at Quinn, before looking to find his daughter, who didn't look very pleased about being left out. "It doesn't look like it's personal Quinn. Most of the team isn't on the field unlike last time." In fact, it looked like Charlie had chosen people who could probably hold their own in a fight. He was secretly glad that Rachel was sitting out. He didn't know how other parents could stand to see their children get hurt.

Quinn let out an annoyed huff, before turning her attention to Charlie, "They'd better win so Rachel has more of a chance to shine in the next round," she muttered. "Don't the scouts and agents frown on showing off?"

"They do," Frannie confirms leaning back in her chair. She's once again got her attention focused on her tablet, flicking through the various channels so she can scout the other four matches which would start at the same time as Charlie's. "Charlie is aware of that, which means she's probably not showing off. Sebastian's fastest speed tops out at around 500 miles-per-hour—" before Frannie can finish her sentence the final buzzer sounds followed by a deafening boom, and a massive gust of wind nearly blows a few people out of their seats. The sound had barely started to taper off when there's another loud arena quaking boom, that echoes through the arena.

Cassandra sat up and leaned forward, squinting her eyes to see what the fuck was going on. But all she can see is a blur or red and a navy blue, slamming against what appears to be a forcefield around Charlie. "Since when could she do that?" Cassandra demanded.

Even Brittany leaned forward, "He's going a lot faster than 500 mph," she mused before turning to look at her baby sister, who was the only member of McKinley still standing, even if she was standing perfectly still. "She knows something we don't."

~ O ~

"Are you alright Rachel?" Jesse St. James asked as he offered his hand to help Rachel up. Quite a few students had been blown back by Sebastian's antics. But despite the chaos that Sebastian had caused, he was grateful for yet another opportunity to get closer to Rachel, and this time there wouldn't be the firewall of both Fabray twins and Santana.

Rachel looks over at Jesse's outstretched hand and reaches for it before hesitating and stopping. She quickly gets to her own feet without his help and glances around at her teammates. "Jesse, while I appreciate you trying to be a gentleman, I need to think about how this looks to the team—"

"The team that benched you? You should be out there, helping lead your team to victory Rachel." Jesse insists, turning to watch the action. He ignores a few of the looks he's getting from the rest of the team.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him, she really had no idea why Jesse was interested in her. "Charlie has a plan, and I have absolute faith in her," Rachel lied.

"I'm sure she does, a plan that doesn't involve you. We've beaten Dalton before, and I could think of several ways to incorporate you into a winning formation. But that would only be after you had some serious training with our coach. I know she could make you shine brighter than even the wonder twins."

Rachel flicks her eyes over to Dalton and studies their coach carefully for a moment, to say she wasn't curious would be a lie. "I'm not interested."

Jesse shrugged, "I get it, we're the enemy. But Charlie probably is going to bench you for the next event. If you want to get better, if you want to stand out Rachel. My door is always open, no strings attached."

Rachel is about to answer when she gets cut off, by Rod Remington's excited shouting.

"And over at the first field, it looks like we're about to have our first capture over on field one. Blaine Anderson has managed to subdue both Artie Abrams and Finn Hudson. That might be a new record—now to actually receive points, he's going to need to get them into the jail and lock them in."

Jesse smirked, "Sure, I can see Charlie's plan is going swimmingly."

Rachel swallows and turns her attention back to the field, where sure enough Blaine is dragging the bodies of both Artie and Finn back towards Dalton's side of the field. She wasn't really one to use foul language, it was highly unprofessional, but she can't help it. "Shit."

~ O ~

There was a throbbing in Artie's head as he slowly came too. He flinches at the loud booms that echo through the air every few seconds. His ears are ringing loudly, but as he starts to get used to it, he hears what appears to be low mumbling, before hearing metal being rattled and another loud bang.

Artie rolls onto his side, he spots Finn, who seemed to be out cold, before he focuses on the last person he had seen before everything had gone to hell. From the excessive hair gel, it was clear that they had managed to engage with Blaine, who from what he could remember, had been the ones to knock them out.

The hard boot to the face had been a tad excessive in Artie's opinion, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He needed to find a way out of the thick heavy restraints that Blaine had slapped onto his wrists. It didn't prevent him from drawing, but his wrist movement was severely limited. Still his fingers were free and he immediately began to drag his fingers into the dirt, trying to draw something that could earn them a bit of reprieve. He jumps when he feels a hand patting him on the head, and glances up to see that Blaine is still fighting with the cage. "Tina?" he mumbles quietly.

"Quiet, I'm working on getting you free," Tina whispers quietly into Artie's ear.

Artie nods and freezes when Blaine turns to look at them and narrows his eyes. He freezes, wondering what both Charlie and Santana would do if they were in this situation. Though he personally doubted that either of them would find themselves in this situation. If they made it past this round, he hoped he could ask them for some advice.

Blaine's eyes darted over to where Finn had just let out a loud groan and he frowned; they were now both awake. Not that it mattered, he had managed to get the cuffs onto them with no problem. The issue now was the gate to the 'jail' was sealed shut. The latch wouldn't budge at all. He turns his attention back to the latch and tries to see if it's caught on anything but he can't see anything. "Come on," he mutters to himself as he tries to open the lock again.

Tina slides her hand on the cuffs till she finds the small switch that would unlock them. She hits Artie's switch first making sure that the oversized cuffs still look like they're locked in place before she quickly moves over to Finn.

"Wh—"

Blaine turns to look at Finn who had a confused look on his face. He turns his attention back to Artie and looks over to see that the cuffs are still in place. He narrows his eyes, he was used to people plotting or fighting back, but both Finn and Artie just looked like they had given up. Well one of them was a freshman, and the other wasn't exactly intelligent. He decides not to point out the obvious and goes back to trying to work on the latch.

Tina immediately finishes freeing Finn and looks over at Blaine who still had his back to her. Charlie and Santana had given her very explicit instructions to simply be the eyes and ears, but Blaine hadn't noticed her. She'd gone invisible the moment that the buzzer had sounded, and had managed to keep hidden. "On three," she whispers to both of them.

Finn blinked, unsure of what was to happen on three but he flexes his wrist and allows his skin to harden around his fist. They probably only had one shot at this, and he would like to head back to the team a winner. It all happens at once, Blaine suddenly shouts in shock, as Tina grabs onto him and he uses the distraction to hop to his feet and slam his fist into Blaine's nose. There's a dull crunch, and a spurt of blood as Blaine stumbles backwards.

The door to the 'jail' swings open just as a large dirt bear slams into Blaine knocking both him and Tina into the jail. Artie quickly moves, grabbing the cuffs and diving into the jail, grabbing onto one of Blaine's arms and sliding on one of the cuffs. "Finn! Grab the other one!" Artie yells, as he manages to cuff Blaine's wrist to one of the bars.

Finn turns and looks around to find the cuffs that had been on his wrist and he grabs them and immediately heads into the jail, he immediately dodges one of Blaine's kicks as Tina attempts to wrestle his free arm down so they can cuff it to the bars as well.

"Hurry," Tina snaps at Finn.

Finn is about to take a step forward, but yet again Blaine's leg lashes out nearly catching him in the shin. It's at that moment that the cuff shoots out of Finn's hand and wraps around Blaine's wrist before cuffing him to the bars. Finn blinked and stared as both Artie and Tina slumped to the ground and stared at Blaine who was struggling to break free. "We did it? Holy crap we did it!" Finn says pumping his fists up in the air.

Tina blinked, "Does that count?" Tina asked looking up at the scoreboard. From the looks of it, Dalton hadn't managed to acquire any points, but either had McKinley. "I think we need to get him back to our cage."

Artie frowned, as he rubbed his cheek. One of Blaine's elbows had hit him in the face. "How? We barely managed to contain him."

Finn looks at the door for a moment before stepping out of the cage, "Well we should leave him here, and go and help Santana or Charlie."

Artie groans and gets to his feet, and helps Tina up. "I think we need to go and help Santana—but Tina you need to make sure that Blaine doesn't get out. Once Charlie's finished with Sebastian, she'll be able to move him to our jail.

Tina nods, "Right," she said as she closes the door. The moment the latch on the door closes, a loud announcement is heard.

'50 points McKinley!'

All three of them looked up and sure enough 50 points had been added to their score. Finn grinned and pumped his fists, "Alright!"

~ O ~

''50 points McKinley!'

The announcement is enough to distract Santana for the briefest of seconds, she hadn't expected for Charlie to finish that quickly. Sebastian had always been a pain, and a dangerous opponent. The last time she had faced him, she had ended up on her knees gasping for breath. She'd been forced to tap, and it seemed that he'd only gotten faster since last time. Sebastian was a dick, but at least he wasn't a sociopathic sadist, like Hunter.

She did have to give it to Dalton, they had managed to separate them rather effectively, and she hoped that Finn, Artie and Tina were holding their own. But she needed to concentrate on not losing a limb. What made Hunter so dangerous was that the threads were nearly invisible, and in the right environment they were deadly. Which was probably why he had chosen this forested area to make a stand. It was rather intelligent play, except Sebastian wasn't the only one who had gotten stronger.

Santana inhales deeply and relaxes, letting the heat bubble up inside of her before she allows her body to erupt into deep blue flames. It wasn't a form that she could hold for long, but hopefully she was hot enough to burn away most of the threads. But instead of marching forward, she raises her hands and begins to burn the forest down, creating a thick dark smoke that began to fill the area.

While she could go running through the forest, attempting to find Hunter and quite possibly falling into one of his many, many traps. It would be smarter and more efficient to smoke him out, forcing him to give up his position meant that she wouldn't have to worry about him setting traps.

It doesn't take long until she spots Hunter attempting to make a break for it, and she smirks and immediately cuts off his path with a wall of flame. She can't help but grin when Hunter turns to look at her with an irritated expression etched on his face.

She doesn't bother to exchange witty banter with Hunter, he's far too dangerous to be left alone. She needed to put an end to this quickly before Charlie had a chance to come in and 'help'. She darts in, closing the massive gap between them as Hunter looks around to see if he could use the environment to his advantage, but everything was up in flames, and was burning quickly.

But instead of panicking Hunter smirks as Santana gets closer, and for one brief second the threads that are coming from his fingers are illuminated by the light from the flames.

Santana barely has time to duck and twist out of the way, before the trees around her suddenly break apart, like a professional chef had taken a knife to them and cut them to pieces. If she hadn't seen the flash and the illumination, she was certain he would have caught her and she might have been cut into three pieces. But she doesn't dwell on what could have been her death, and instead focuses on entering Hunter's personal space. Her flames heat up the air around her to dangerous levels, as Hunter struggles to breathe.

Hunter lashes out with his threads again but this time they burn up when they get close to Santana, and gasps for air. It was like inhaling lava, he could feel his head growing fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and tried to shoot a condensed ball of threads at Santana, but it burned up before it could hit her. Black spots fill his vision and Hunter sways before he finally collapses. As far as he knew, she'd never been able to get to a point where she could burn his threads. Which meant that Dalton still had a move left.

Santana lets Hunter fall to the ground, before she pulls out the cuffs that she had been given and quickly grabs his arms and cuffs them behind him. She needed to put him in their jail so that they could grab some points, and then she could go and help—

"Santana!"

Santana looks up, noticing Artie, Finn and Tina waving at her. She raises her hand to wave back when the cage that contained Blaine suddenly ripped itself from the ground and starts to hover towards her. She stares at the cage for a moment, it was clearly Charlie's doing, which meant that she was still fighting Sebastian. "Wait, you managed to stop Blaine?"

"Charlie helped," Tina admits, "He knocked out both Artie and Finn, but I think Charlie sealed the door shut so he couldn't open it and toss them in."

Santana picks up Hunter and the door to the jail swings open, causing her to smile. "Well, it certainly explains why she hasn't beaten Sebastian yet." Santana says as she tosses Hunter into the jail. The door immediately swings shut, as another announcement is made.

''50 points McKinley!'

Santana looks up at the scoreboard. "I want to see the look on Sebastian's face when he realizes that Dalton isn't going to sectionals this year."

~ O ~

A quick pleased smile crosses Charlie's features as she hears the second announcement and slowly removes the metal band from around her eyes. While she hadn't been able to physically be everywhere at once, she had used her ability to sense bioelectricity in her magnetic fields as a secondary vision. It wasn't something that she enjoyed doing. Any time she increased her magnetic field to a substantial degree, and did anything more than locating bioelectric signals, she was generally hit with a massive headache.

Even at this moment she could feel the start of a migraine incoming, and she rubs her eyes and finally turns to look at Sebastian who was finally slowing down. He was no longer breaking the sound barrier with every lunge and attack, not that it had mattered. Sebastian had practically written his defeat, the moment he had taken whatever he had taken to boost his powers.

The one thing that her grandfather had stressed to her, was that no matter the level there would always be bad matchups. For example, it didn't matter if Santana was a Level 5, Sebastian would always be a thorn in her side. With his abilities, creating a vortex around Santana and venting all the oxygen, was the quickest most efficient way to take Santana down. However, she could sense bio-electrical signals, and with a bit of effort and concentration she could manipulate them.

Bioelectrical signals were simply low frequency electrical signals that she could sense in all humans. For normal humans, she had long since realized that being able to simply sense that they were there was enough. It took too much effort and concentration, to be worth the terrible migraine that she got from manipulating them. But it was different with augmented individuals, every time an AI used their abilities, their bioelectrical signals would light up. It was nearly impossible to miss, and it took a lot less concentration and effort to manipulate the signals. The resulting headache wasn't nearly as bad either.

And there was no one else in the vicinity of her magnetic field that was lit up quite like Sebastian was. Which was why she'd been able to simply use her abilities to prevent Sebastian from attacking. Pushing the electric signals away from her had created a small bubble that Sebastian couldn't seem to pierce, no matter how many times he slammed up against her invisible shield.

It had been easy to simply ignore him and focus on helping, Finn's group capture Blaine, and offer some assistance to Santana by dragging the cage towards her. But since that was done, she could finally give Sebastian her full attention. Especially since it seemed he had burned through whatever he had taken. Even still she hadn't quite figured out how she wanted to take Sebastian out.

Sebastian had stolen her milkshake, and while that wasn't a capital offense in her mind, it was pretty close to being one. Still the rules had stated that she couldn't use her abilities in a lethal way. Which limited her options drastically, but she knew exactly how to get under Sebastian's skin. "Predictable," Charlie states loudly as she finally drops the magnetic field that she was using to keep Sebastian away from her.

Sebastian finally stops moving, as he inhales deeply trying to catch his breath. For the first time in a long time Sebastian didn't give a shit about his looks, he didn't care that he was drenched in sweat, or that his hair was a mess. He didn't even care that his eyes were bloodshot red. He had finally managed to graze Charlie. His plan of chipping at Charlie's defenses seemed to be working. "Predictable?" He sneers at Charlie, glaring at her. He needed to end this in the next move.

Charlie stretches out her back, feeling her spine pop before she takes a step forward and takes a stance, a smile stretching out across her face despite the fact that her head felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to her head. The moment Sebastian moves it's all over, as her abilities kick in, electricity and magnetism, were her abilities, and with Sebastian's bioelectrical signals lit up like a Christmas tree, it didn't take any effort at all to stop him.

And stop him is exactly what she does, with his fist millimeters away from her face, she leans back and smiles, noting the look of panic in Sebastian's eyes when he realizes that he's not moving. Charlie can't help but smile, as Sebastian falls back on attempting to use his powers, but it only made it easier to hold onto him. She hums as she slowly walks around his frozen body. "Maybe I should shave your head," Charlie mused mostly to herself. She can't help the smile that stretches across her face, she wasn't normally a petty person, or even particularly vindictive. But Sebastian had wasted her milkshake. Then there was her nagging suspicion that Dalton had attempted to even the playing field, but she didn't personally give a shit if Sebastian cheated. "No, I can't be the only one to have all the fun, I think Santana will enjoy burning your hair off."

Charlie doesn't wait for an answer, it wasn't as if Sebastian could move, instead she spins on her heel when she hears people approaching, and the smile on her face grows exponentially bigger. "Santana! I got you a present! Now you can't bitch about all I do is eat you out of house and home, even though you agreed to feed me in exchange for extra training sessions."

Santana stopped and took in the scene in front of her, focusing most of her attention on Sebastian, who wasn't moving or talking a mile a minute. She has a million questions, but she tables it for the moment. "Charlie, we need to end this. This is the farthest McKinley has been in years, and I want to get to Sectionals, so let's end this."

"But I thought you'd enjoy burning all the hair off his head," Charlie grumbled.

Santana blinked and smirked, now there was an idea. She's tempted, how could she not be. Sebastian didn't have the head to rock the bald look. "As much as I want to, I'm working on turning over a new leaf. You're supposed to be encouraging me not to do petty shit. So, how about instead of you know burning his hair off, we take a picture of his face, when he realizes that Dalton won't be going to Sectionals for the first time in about fifteen years."

"That's not really justice for my milkshake Santana."

Finn blinked, "You did all this because of a milkshake?"

Charlie glanced at him and gave him a dull look. "Yes," she replies in a rather monotone voice. She didn't know why this was surprising to anyone. She tilts her head, turning her gaze to Sebastian. She studies him for a moment before she lets out a sigh, it seemed that her suspicions were correct. "Though I suppose what comes next will be justice for my milkshake."

Santana frowned and looked over at Sebastian, "What are you talking—the fuck?" Santana stumbles back and looks over at Charlie. "Did you—"

Sebastian was aging, and from the looks of it he was aging greatly. There were gasps of horror from the crowd as everyone watched as Sebastian's hair began to turn white and fall out in clumps. His once taut skin began to sag, causing wrinkles as liver spots began to appear all over Sebastian's once unblemished skin.

"Electromagnetism. I don't control time, or biological functions," Charlie said, before looking away. She didn't even think Brittany could help him without revealing herself to be a level 5. It was a shame, with Sebastian's abilities he probably would have been taken in a Tier One school, he had thrown all that away in an attempt to beat her. "He took something, I don't know what, I don't really pay attention to illegal street drugs."

Santana shook her head looking at Sebastian, as irritating and annoying as he was, she wouldn't wish this on her worst enemy. She liked Sebastian and his antics, even if facing him in combat had always been frustrating. She had been certain that he was going to be one of the heroes that made it. "You idiot," Santana says shaking her head, before looking at Charlie. "Let's end this. I want to watch the other teams so we can prepare for the final event."

Charlie nods and brings Dalton's cage towards them, and looks at both Blaine and Hunter for a moment before opening the cage door and placing Sebastian inside as gently as she could, before closing the door.

It takes a full five seconds before the buzzer sounds, and the sound system crackles to life. 'And—with that McKinley breaks another record, and moves to the final round. Congratulations McKinley!' Rod's voice echoes through the arena.

There is no thunderous applause, or cheering from the crowd gathered, there was just silence as a medical team, swarmed over Dalton Academy. Charlie turns immediately and motions for the rest of the Titans to follow her. "This isn't the moment to cheer," she says as she walks off the generated field.

Santana swallows, and glances at where the medical staff is trying to stabilize Sebastian and nods at Charlie's assessment. She hoped that they could do something for him, she truly did but she too turns and follows Charlie down the steps, turning to look at the rest of the team, who quickly follow after her.