:: Cameron pondered Haleigh's thoughts for a moment wondering if in fact Alison did know they were brother and sister, but he didn't think she did. He would have been able to sense at least something from her, Seer or not. Just when the moment had lightened for a minute the sound of rushing water could be heard and it was a sound Cameron had dreaded. Thankfully, the rest and food had charged him up, he was still not nearly at his full strength. He watched as Haleigh, with even more confidence than before stood up to the Demon Mage. He watched Black Widow pick up the Soda Machine and hurled it at Im as if it was a sack of potatoes. Cameron stood to his feet before he found himself in the path of the Soda Machine himself and the mage in his exact space. As he was only seconds away from impact he did the only thing he could as he tried to grab somewhat of a Telekinetic hold on the machine as he lifted his own protective shields. The combination of the forcefield along with his own hold on the machine, caused it to slow, though it still smacked into him, and though it hurt, Cameron was now running on adrenaline. He was sick of being Mystech's BITCH tonight and he wasn't going down without a fight. As the machine slowed, he saw the Mage concerned with Haleigh as he used his own powers to telekinetically lift the machine in the air and hurl it back at the mage as he was still concerned with Haleigh and would most likely not think of Cameron attacking him back. Quickly, Prophet created an astral clone of himself as he stood in the corner of the room. He hoped when the soda machine hit it would knock his concentration and at least stop the attack on Haleigh. ::
"Man, if you really want us to constitute the Six, then by all means, take us to our Destiny, Imp!"
:: It didn't make sense for the Mage to want to put all of the Six in a room together when that is what they had been doing ever since they all arrived. Separating them and trying to kill all of them. Maybe they should think about that. They haven't been able to kill anyone out of the group. Each one had faced some kind of trouble and they had made it through. Someone was protecting the Six tonight and now it was up to them. ::
"My thinking is Six against 1, maybe 2, the odds are in our favor!"
:: This was the Cameron that everyone was used to seeing, the one that got under your skin faster than anyone you had ever met. The cocky, arrogant, son of a bitch, who took orders from nobody and could care less how powerful you were. He couldn't be defeated. Cameron was tired of playing around and being scared tonight. Prophet was back, and ready for action. ::