This was it.

She sealed away her tempestuous heart. Doubts and fears and loves all needed to be still for a little moment. This was the moment when the world might change, where she could undo all of her failures and have one more chance at saving the world.

She touched two fingers to her temple and then to her heart, drawing a mystic line of light between the two. She spread her fingers and pulled her hands apart, letting her hair fall backwards into a wave of raven disarray, and the line unfolded into a profoundly complex mystic circle. It spun as it stretched to the tips of her outstretched fingers, the heart-shape glyph centered above her own heart, igniting with pink and golden flames. 

The roof shook, and then exploded, letting in a beam of brilliant noonday sunlight to strike her like a spotlight. It grew brighter and brighter as it touched her, the light burning away her robe, her veil, her menial civilian clothing. It soaked into her skin rendering her a silhouette of light amidst the lights and then overflowed, soaking out of her like honey and condensing into pink-gold crystals and metals. A gleaming gorget formed around her collar, engraved with solar rays. Arm-bands circled her wrists like cuffs and then lanced out a cage of quartz bars to guard to her elbows. A slash of indigo erupted from within her as her hands touched the top of the circle, cascading down her in consuming dark silk, barely not concealing feet that step into woven gold sandles. 

She stands there for a moment, radiant amidst this darkened place. And then she snatches the mystic circle from the air. It doesn't just come in the form of light, it pulls the very reality from the air within the bounds of the circle, twisting and solidifying into a mirror in the midst of a barricade of light. Canada, the Light of Ra, stamps upon the ground sending a shockwave of sunlight from her that scorches away every shadow in the hangar. 

And then she points with one outstretched finger. "False God Shamash," she declares, "I, Canada Taliv, challenge you to single combat."

So much for the stealthy approach.

[Taking foolhardy action to clear [b]Insecure[/b]]