[center][h1][color=gray]Tobikatte Kira[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3]MicroMart Front - Semi Cab[/h3][/center]

After feeling her foot connect with the semi's driver, Kira took a quick glance down the length of her body. The sight of a second person sailing through the air along with who she presumed to be the driver just before they fell out of her line of sight did give her some pause, but as the semi was still barreling out of control, all she could do for him was shout a quick [color=gray]"Sorry!"[/color] as she righted herself in the driver's seat. Taking the wheel, she did her utmost to keep the semi moving in a straight line as the lack of a foot on the gas brought it to a slow halt.

And with the semi halted, Kira let out a breath and closed her eyes. A throbbing pain spread from her shoulder stump as the adrenaline wore off, and fatigue began to overtake her. 

[color=gray][i]Sorry, I think you guys are gonna' have ta' take care of the rest,[/i][/color] Kira said inwardly, taking some breaths to try to calm the heavy beating of her heart.

It was at that moment she heard a huge clatter from outside the truck - the sound of the light post lancing through the palemancer and into the ground. She opened her eyes and turned toward the driver side door, and leaned out to survey the state of things. The cultists had all apparently left at some point, as had all the homeless people by then. There was no sign of the jackass that took her arm off, so someone must have dealt with him at some point. And the last undead monster, by the look of things, had just been taken out. Kira let out a heavy sigh and turned to face forward in the driver's seat.

[color=gray][i]...Yeah, no, fuck this shit.[/i][/color] She pulled her phone out of her pocket and, with a bit of struggle due to not having her dominant hand, deleted the Shimr app from her phone. [color=gray][i]I got ways I can help people that don't involve losin' arms and philosophical debates with terrorists. Leave that shit to Raiden Metal Gear.[/i][/color]

With that done, she shuffled herself across to the passenger's seat, then out of the semi entirely. While making sure nobody could see her, she left her Esper form. It didn't actually change her appearance, but she knew the magic mumbo-jumbo that governed how this stuff worked usually prevented people from recognizing her if they'd only seen her in Esper form to begin with. Having made her decision, and seen through what she'd started, she slunk away from the scene.

Never to be seen off-stage again.

[center][Hider=]28 | Female | Freelancers | Mobile Trace-Equipped Cockpit
School of the Undefeated of the East | Hands | Physical | Winds of the King
Active Mass Balance Auto-Control | Mirage Colloid 
Fool Whose Soul is Bound by Earth's Gravity | Gravity | Psychoframe Resonance 
[Weightless, Suspend], Pull, Slow, Restrain, Zone, AOE, Extend, Full Extend, Delay, Orbit, Powerful, Quicken, Purify

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | 482[/hider][/center]