[h1][i][color=00a99d]Maxine Faraday[/color][/i][/h1][hr] Maxine cursed through staggered breath, her beating heart bouncing around in her chest as she gasped for air. She was hid behind a parked vehicle, and could feel the chill of the cool metal against the back of her head as her eyes darted anxiously around their sockets. The sounds of the battle were indistinct from another in their levels of terror; mangled together in one fearsome cacophony mere feet away from her hiding place. Something crashed into the other side of the car with sudden force, and Maxine felt her heart stop for a second that seemed eternal. But then, there was movement, and she was once again left alone. She exhaled with relief; her brow gleaming with sweat. She had to make a move. She'd only come to this fucking city to investigate the goings-on at the power plant, maybe stop a few crooks here and there. Sure, she'd chosen to embark on this journey of vigilantism, but this... The sound of metal making contact with flesh interrupted her thoughts only briefly. This wasn't what she signed up for.

Cautiously, she peered upwards; just enough to afford herself a view of the fray in the mirror of the car, without exposing her whereabouts. It was chaos. Maxine could not even begin to count how many individuals were involved, and they didn't make the task seem any easier with the wildness in which they moved and attacked one another. An ambulance nearby creaked and shuddered as it lifted off the ground, and began moving across the street-cum-battlefield. Within seconds, a blast of flame incinerated a petite figure, and though it was too far away to make out any level of detail, the way in which it slumped to the ground told Maxine that it was very much dead. The ambulance crashed to the floor with a similar sense of finality. 

Enough was enough. 

Spurred on by adrenaline, Maxine shot to her feet. Not pausing to consider her actions, she raised both arms above her head with an air of purpose. The car that had concealed her groaned in protest as it was lifted into the air; a lunge from Maxine's left arm sent the mass of metal hurtling towards the murderer... And, by association, those who were attempting to restrain him. None of that mattered to Maxine; all those present had caused enough damage for one evening. 

Not waiting for a retaliation, a determined clenching of her fists ripped the rear doors of the ambulance from their hinges, and Maxine flicked her wrists to launch them at indiscriminate targets. She was going to get out of this alive, whatever it took.