Redstreak
HP:2
PP:1
Solarhawk turns, her face hidden by her helmet.
"What do you mean?" She asks, there is no sarcasm or annoyance in her voice, just curiosity.
"We were hit with something and we're standing here like we're in a corps. What if Darkseid mentally manipulated us? It's standing and military posing now. Next, I'm charging at one of you guys with a butcher knife."
"Uh...guys...I didn't mean to land." Horus said with a bit of worry despite how calm his body felt.
"Also, is that normal?" he added pointing at the suddenly less inanimate statue.
Redstreak gestured to Hawkangel. "See that's what I'm saying. We might be mentally corrupted by Darkseid now. If he could do this to us, then what else does he have in mind?"
Redstreak looked over at the statue trying to make any sense of what she was looking at. "I am not sure what normal is here. I'll make the bold assumption that thing can't be good. Maybe it's some sort of tech. If that's the case, then the one of us with the best knowledge of this stuff should check it out. As long as no one touches it until we figure out what that is, then we shouldn't run into a serious issue. "
Redstreak eyes widened slightly as she continued to gaze at the statue. "This might be a dumb theory, what if the statue is the thing that hit us with the mind control? Maybe the statue is some kind of alarm system Darkseid set up around this place and we just set it off."