[color=aquamarine][center][h2]Aya[/h2][/center][/color]
Aya was still frozen when a group of people emerged out of seemingly nowhere to surround Edge. Then the gunfire started. This time Aya really did scream. The people around her erupted into panic and began scrambling every which way, but the large armored man who'd jumped down shortly before seemed unfazed. She was still trying to get her bearings, her ears ringing from the gunshots, when another man, younger than the first, materialized in a blur. 

Before she even comprehended what was going on, the knight was charging at her, scooping her up in a none too delicate grip. Adrenaline potent as it thrummed through her veins, she reacted in fear before she could even comprehend what was going on. 

[color=aquamarine]"No, no let me [i]go[/i]!"[/color] she shouted as she began squirming in his arms her mind ran through years of training, but it was hard to flip someone when you had no leverage to work with. So she pushed against him, trying vainly to escape his grasp. A burst of light enveloped them and on a terrified impulse, Aya shut her eyes and shoved her hand up at her savior's face, finally managing to escape his grasp. She expected a harsh impact with the street – but it never came.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the astral plane. Suddenly, the overwhelming LA heat, city smells, the pain of being held against hard metal armor, all disappeared. Sounds became muffled, as if Aya had cloth over her ears. The world was dark around her, objects and people outlined with brilliant stars, hinting at their shapes and colors. Only her spirit, and the spirit of the man holding her carried the same colors as in life. Aya's eyes widened as they darted from the stranger's spirit to the shimmering outline of their physical bodies, her own still in his grasp, still as statues.

[color=aquamarine]"Oh my god,"[/color] she whispered, taking a step backwards, away from the man. She'd been doing so well. She'd managed to stay under the radar in a city so rife with Meta politics. It'd been over a year since she'd used her power.

Another twilit man materialized next to their bodies, speaking to them – or rather, speaking to the knight. Apparently she didn't warrant any consideration. In spite of the situation, a bubble of annoyance rose in her stomach. But it was quickly smothered with fear again as she looked down at her hands, to the knight, to their bodies. 

[color=aquamarine]"I –… I…"[/color] Her mind drew a blank as she tried to think of what to say. What was there to say? Sorry I just ripped your soul out of your body, please don't hurt me? She just snapped her mouth shut and stared at him with wide eyes, watching him like a cornered animal would, ready to jump at the slightest action.

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