Go time—at last.  Ludmilla's heart was pumping the moment Kazuma opened the combat team's portal, and since her teammate wasted no time charging headfirst into the portal -save a split second to look back and make sure she was following- she followed suit.  Like a track runner she kicked off into a full-on sprint, barreled through the gate just after the draconian brute thundered in.  A split second later, they stood inside a bank, complete with hostages on the ground.  Having never gone through a portal like this before, Ludmilla thought she might have some sort of reaction, but stepping through it felt every bit as natural as stepping through her apartment's front door.  [color=FF5800]”Остается в нижнем положении, никто не должен болеть сегодня.”[/color] she told them, her words not half as ferocious as her language made her sound.  They stared at her, afraid and uncomprehending, and Ludmilla found that their looks made her uncomfortable.  Here, first day on the job so to speak, she realized that even though she was in control, she felt terribly vulnerable.  Before she could say anything else, Kane was gone.  He shouldered through the front door with a speed that somehow took the whole police force by surprise -and man were there even more than Ludmilla expected- and then launched his attack, leaving Ludmilla to run after him.  

She exited the door just as the explosive fireball erupted from Kane's mouth.  There existed less than a second for her to think, [i]Wait, isn't that a bit overboard?[/i] before it detonated, wiping out several squad cars and several lives in the blink of an eye.  Still halfway hidden behind Kane, Ludmilla froze, wide-eyed.  [color=FF5800]“Óчень хорошо́...”[/color] she murmured, shellshocked by the sudden and unadulterated carnage.  [i]These people are killers.  That means the heroes won't hesitate to do everything they can to take us down.[/i]  This was by far the most dangerous moment of her entire life.  Part of her wanted to run away, but her heart was still pumping.  Shivers of excitement coursed through her whole body.  As the cops opened fire, she slid behind Kane to allow him to absorb the bullets.  Not that she knew that he could; rather, she expected that he should given his bold action.

Ludmilla could see from her hiding spot that one hero was taking action.  An elegant-looking fellow, he rose above the chaos and, in a tone devoid of any inflection, condemned Kane before unleashing his retort.  A surge of wind bombarded the villains, carrying with it a great number of flower petals, but from the moment the hero named his attack Ludmilla was in action.  Her body moved with such speed it didn't seem to her like she controlled it.  Fueled by hype, she sprung into the air behind Kane, executing a front flip as she landed on his broad shoulders.  In a split second the officers' fire would turn her way, toward the more vulnerable target, but that split second was all she needed.  Grinning beneath her mask, Ludmilla twisted into a viper-like pose as she yanked off her eyepatch, revealing a brilliant white light in her left eye.  [color=FF5800]Не двигаются."[/color]  Then came the flash, bright and surprising as the snap of a candid camera, and in a wide area in front of the villains a big pocket of hyper-viscous air came to be.  It presented a barely-visible wall for the bullets and petals to lodge themselves in, squandering their momentum.  Her ability [i]should[/i] guarantee that neither the potentially bothersome petals nor bullets would pose any threat, but part of the excitement was not knowing for sure.  Brighteye would also give Kane free rein to reposition himself, grab an impromptu weapon to hurl at the hero, or whatever he wanted.  Her card cast, Ludmilla twisted off Kane's back to the left and landed right beside him in a crouched, hunched-over position.  The ethical ramifications of her ally's actions could be examined later.  Right now, she needed to survive, and to prove that she could be a good bad guy.