[color=FFC300][center][h1][i][b]P[/b]aige[/i][/h1][/center][/color]
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Paige was frustrated.

She was frustrated that her hits, each enough to send a grown man sprawling, had only managed to shrink a few of the rotund villain's balls. He hadn't even noticed, hadn't even paused to wonder.

She was frustrated that the sight of a speeding cargo truck, probably full of something valuable, speeding toward him with an undeniably aggressive vibe, didn't even seem to phase him.

She was frustrated that, upon hearing that he was the main target of a dozen or so returning Storm Troopers, this Midknight character just stood there looking cocky, despite having shown no power that would suggest he could handle what was running at him aside from dumb luck.

[i][color=FFC300]Uh ... I guess dumb luck could actually be a power ...[/color][/i]

The barrier that sprang into being at the same second as the barrage of gunfire kind of supported the notion, but then the man in the long coat had been pretty on-it defensively. Whatever the case, it was a bad time to stop and think about it.

Regardless, she was most frustrated by the fact that, one by one, everything they threw against Thundercloud was falling apart at the ends of his stupid greasy fingers. He tazed the two turn coats from across the lobby, stopped the oncoming truck with a raised middle finger, and even had time to diminish people with handicaps before destroying the ENTIRE lobby. 

Paige crossed her arms and stood her ground with a hopeless glare on her face, standing close enough to the magic man to expect the barriers that rose to protect her and the others nearby. She still dropped down to cover herself as debris exploded all around her, but the lightning bolt with her name on it struck only force field. As the dust swirled, the whole building groaned around them, the walls struggling to take on the weight that the columns had been helping with.

Maybe a building would stop him ...

That seemed a bit reckless, but she was getting pretty done with his fluffy grey ass. 

Hearing Olivia's outburst from across the lobby, she turned to see what was wrong, only to notice that the man in blue had made his way over to the huddle. The troopers, for one reason or another, were running back out to fight the cops, while Olivia just stood there staring on in horror ... and then laughing ...

To be fair, it was pretty weird seeing the tire rolling around on its own like a badass, but Paige was quickly learning not to question 100% of what she saw for the sake of her own sanity.

Actually, the tire gave her an idea. Seeing that Thundercloud's blasts had blown open all the doors off the walls in the entire room, the janitor's closet was now exposed. Time slowed around her as she dashed over, peering into the ruined little room. It was pretty sparse, but on a shelf beside the door sat a stack of rubber cleaning gloves. 

Balling up a few pairs in her fists, she pushed herself against the back wall before slowing time. Pushing herself off, she built up a bit of speed, clumsily shouldering Thundercloud in the side to stop herself at the same time as the tire hit him in the front. Dialing back her speed to allow safe handling of the gloves, she was partly counting on the all-season distraction to give her an extra moment or two to enact her plan.

Releasing the rubber gloves from her grip, they fell slowly toward the floor as she took hold of the first. It billowed out as she moved it toward Thundercloud's hand, sliding easily over his meaty paw.

The second one she caught and slipped onto his other hand with equal ease. She layered both hands twice before running out of gloves, praying her high-school-science level plan would have some kind of dampening effect on his thrown lightning, if only for a few moments. Springing up into the air, she planted her foot against his exposed face to push herself back toward the group, landing a few feet away from the summoning circle and its feline occupant, just beside his protectors.

As time returned to normal speed around her, the man who had announced himself as Midknight was asking about touching the spears poking out of the ground. The woman in the grey jacket, seemingly the one responsible for the glimmering objects, must have been like magic man ... who seemed ... busy ...

[i][color=FFC300]Did it just ... ask for fish ... like right now?[/color][/i]