Redhawk Caldera ...and then everything goes screaming off the rails and it's our asses.

Although Colt merely nipped at her, the slight impact of his muzzle was somehow enough to buckle her leg. Towhee fell into an awkward bow, then allowed gravity to drag her fully to the ground. Instead of springing right back to her feet as she knew she should, she simply lay there a moment, catching her breath and trying not to feel the weight of the world bearing down on her. She closed her eyes as she breathed, only to reopen them when all she saw were images of Phox's face burnt on the backside of her eyelids.

Eventually, she rolled and pushed herself into a seated position. "I'm tapping out," she announced, not even looking at either of her uncles. Her orange eyes swept over the girls—who stopped jabbering and peered at her, perhaps in confusion—and then finally sought Elwood's gaze in particular. There was a look of strained apology on her face. "Sorry. Thanks for..." Helping? Trying to help? She shrugged listlessly and looked down as she trudged away from the scene and slumped wearily to the ground, X eventually alighting on her still shoulder blade.