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Megan entered the floating green limo with great curiosity. Of course, she had seen Kyle's light constructs before, but being that she could fly she'd never had any need to be transported by them. Nevertheless, there was something delightfully surreal about climbing into a glowing emerald limousine flanked by her two team-mates in their full hero gear. She'd always loved the prom episodes of the old sitcoms she watched growing up, it almost felt like she was in one had it not been for the alien driving the car and the destination being a disaster zone.
[color=a187be]"All this needs is a corsage and a chaperone."[/color] she quipped with a smile, settling into her seat.

For a moment her mind traced back to the [i]'Squire and Paladin'[/i] comments from before. If those two were the dashing knights, what did that make her? She searched for an answer, but to her knowledge the only green things she could think of were monsters, goblins and orcs. Was that how others saw her? A monster? An [i]other?[/i] She didn't like the thought. It sat heavy in her chest, she'd be lying if she said it was an unfamiliar feeling. She shook the thought out of her head, it was just insecurity playing up again. There were more important things to worry about now, civilians to save and bad guys to beat up.

They arrived on the scene surrounded by chaos. Troia had made the right decision sending Green Lantern on this mission, without him the casualties from the collapsing building would have been too many to think of, now there were none to speak of. She floated over to the guards frozen in place. She'd suspected Cinderblock must have had help to escape as soon as the call came in. Saying he was all brawn and no brains was putting it lightly, the only surprising part of all this was the ice. With a few light punches she carefully shattered the ice rooting the guards in place enough for them to break free. One of them nodded to her, murming out a quick 'Thanks', and she gave him a reassuring smile in return before floating backward towards Robin. Her skin prickled. Something was wrong.

That was when the cold hit.

A sudden whoosh of sub-zero wind howled down the street like a shrieking banshee, sending the two diving out of the way, and in its wake came a jagged wave of ice. It erupted from the crowd, catching the early morning sun as it twisted upward, an unnatural glacier clawing across the asphalt. Megan turned in time to see the green shimmer of Kyle's shield snap into place as a reflexive wall.

But the attack didn't stop there. It veered, unpredictably and deliberately, away from the Titans and toward the civilians huddled behind rubble and twisted metal. The very people Kyle had just saved.

A few were caught instantly. Megan's heart lurched as a pair of figures froze mid-sprint, their terrified faces locked behind translucent frost. Others screamed as the wave of icicles burst up from beneath them, spearing out of the pavement like some grotesque crystalline forest.

Robin turned over his shoulder as he charged towards the villain.
[color=54a468]"Martian, handle the civilians. You could free them faster than anything I've got. I'll cover you while GL's getting a second wind."[/color]

She didn't hesitate.
[color=a187be]"On it!"[/color]

She shot toward the nearest group, phasing through a crumbling car and weaving between falling debris like a ghost. The mother and child were the first she reached. Encased up to their knees in jagged ice, they trembled as the frost spread slowly upward. Megan pressed her hands against the ice and closed her eyes, letting her mind unfurl into the structure like vines through stone.

The ice trembled, then cracked with a crystalline groan. She guided the shards away from their skin with delicate control, reshaping rather than shattering it. She breathed deeply, this was a way she'd used her telekinesis that she'd never thought of before. Once free, the child clung to her without a word, sobbing. Megan held him for a moment, before gently floating both mother and son toward safety.

The air behind her flashed as Robin launched into one of his acrobatic assaults, a blur of Bird-a-rangs and staffwork, all distraction and misdirection. 

[color=a187be]"Hang on, Robin."[/color] she whispered to herself, moving faster.

Another civilian, a security guard, was pinned beneath a twisted lamppost entombed in ice. Megan phased downward, solidified just enough to grip the frozen metal, and with a grunt of psychic force she bent it sideways. The man yelped as the pressure vanished from his ribs, coughing through the cold.

[color=a187be]"You're okay. Get moving. That way!"[/color] she ordered, pointing toward the green shimmer of Kyle's regrouping construct.

The world erupted again in a burst of light. She shielded her eyes just in time to catch the edge of Robin's flash grenades exploding against Icicle Jr's face. The villain's scream echoed through the ruins. She didn't need enhanced hearing to feel the rage boiling off him.

[color=54a468]"Lantern! Martian! I've bought you a minute!"[/color]

She was confident a minute would be all they needed. She turned sharply towards the cluster of civilians that had been caught in the direct path of the ice and were now pinned to the wall. Jagged spikes jutted out from the ground in wild, irregular formations, and some had shot up with such force they pinned people against the fractured remains of a shopfront wall. Coats were speared. Arms pressed back at unnatural angles. One man's pant leg was hooked and frozen, leaving him dangling half-sideways like a marionette.

Megan's stomach turned, but she didn't waste a second. She dropped into a hover just feet from the wall, eyes scanning the ice formations. Phasing them all out at once was too risky, the angles were unpredictable, and some spikes had lodged dangerously close to skin. If she tried to do too much at once she'd surely end up injuring someone. She mentally thanked Robin for giving them a bit of breathing room, and hoped in part that her mental gratitude stayed inside her own head.

She reached out with her telekinesis, fingertips moving like a conductor's baton. The ice responded, cracking with soft groans as she bent the spikes gently away from cloth, away from flesh. Some she twisted sideways until they snapped free from the wall, others she reshaped entirely, curling their tips down like the edge of a wave.

A teenage girl fell forward with a gasp as the shard through her hoodie snapped away. Megan caught her mid-collapse, steadying her and pointing her toward a patch of cover behind a flipped city bus. She moved down the wall, freeing another, a delivery driver with a bloodied arm and panic in his eyes. The ice pinning his sleeve to the bricks shattered with a controlled flick. She phased just enough to slip past him, guiding his descent as he stumbled away.

By the time the last of them was free, her breath had quickened. Cold stung her skin. The ambient temperature had dropped again.  She rose up into the air, sparing a glance back. The civilians were moving, wounded and scared perhaps, but alive. She allowed herself a breath of relief before turning back toward the fight. Icicle Jr was regaining his composure, and she could see Robin gearing up for his next assault. She drifted to his side, shoulders squaring.

[color=a187be]"I think that's everyone safe!"[/color] She spoke, a hint of nervousness in her tone. Her attention turned to their enemy now, and she put on as brave a voice as she could. [color=a187be]"I've never fought a walking icicle before."[/color] she said, more to herself than to Robin. [color=a187be]"Time to crank the justice thermostat all the way up to warm![/color] It was evident that quipping still eluded her as she glanced at the confused experssions around her for approval. [color=a187be]"...But like, uncomfortably warm!"[/color]