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[h2][u]Target Locked #15: The Arrow of the Heavens[/u][/h2]
[b]Location: Sherman Square, Lost Haven
Time: Afternoon – Day of Alien Invasion[/b][/center]
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Everything was shut out in Fletch’s mind. She could sense her heart thrumming in her chest at break-neck speed. She was audibly gulping down air to make up for the reduced lung capacity. Her hand clutched her left side, excruciating pain coming from it from working the lung for too long as the mammoth dash from the French Quarter finally caught up to her. She knew she was vulnerable on the street level, but her body wasn’t moving one more step until the pain subsided. This only worried her more as she did let the other heroes know to destroy the massive tank she was 30ft from.

She had noticed a shadow that seemed to have protected her from the resulting explosion of what she deduced was the tank. Judging from the heat she was feeling, she had to guess that Terra Firma was the one protecting her from the blast. She wanted to thank him, but her body heaved from the gasps for air her body needed. 

After a brief moment, she felt her heart slowing down as well as the pain in her chest starting to subside. Thinking that it was safe for her to do so, she gingerly got herself back to her feet. She still clutched the throbbing side as she still breathed heavily.

[color=e38c2d]”Thanks and thank you for shielding me, Terra Firma,”[/color] she rasped back, her sentence jagged from breathing every couple of sentences. [color=e38c2d]”It’s not every day you have to haul ass from the French Quarter to he…”[/color]

She was cut off from the monstrous thunderclap from high up in the atmosphere that shattered whatever remaining windows were in the city. The archer watched in horror as a fireball streaked through the sky and slammed into the city dozens of blocks away from where they were.

Instinctively, Fletch shot a grapple arrow around a nearby lamp post in time for the shockwave of the impact ripped through the street. If not for the cable, she would have been sent hundreds of yards down the street, probably getting killed on impact from slamming into whatever debris didn’t fly with the blast. Instead, she yelped as her arm was yanked close to the point of dislocating her shoulder as the line to the hook snapped taut before falling to the ground.

Gathering her thoughts, she got back onto her feet again as she looked at the black obelisk stood at the epicenter of the impact. Her eyes weren’t deceiving her through her cracked glasses as the tower was growing skyward.

[color=e38c2d]”Now what?!”[/color] she moaned, detaching herself  from the cable. Then, without another word, she began to follow Iron Knight’s suit and began walking to the tower.