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[color=B592D2]“Oh. Great.”[/color] It would have taken a monumental effort to have made a tone flatter than the one that escaped from Amaris’s lips as she saw the streak of neon tearing through rising roads of the residential district. It was to her benefit that Elpis didn’t need further instruction to move first, allowing Amaris to step back and shut her eyes against the neon lights of the city for a moment. 

Inhale.

[i][color=B592D2]‘No crime reports on the radio chatter, so it’s probably not a getaway vehicle.’[/color][/i]

Hold.

[i][color=B592D2]‘If she can slow the car down, the reports should make her stronger too.’[/color][/i]

Exhale. 

Starlit eyes opened with vision so sharp it might have left birds of prey filled with instinctive envy. The kaleidoscopic wings were easy to pick out even from the distance while Amaris adjusted her position with renewed focus. The driver was panicking, and though the crackling words over their communication lines was difficult to make out in their entirety, exaggerated movements made of turbulent terror filled the blanks in for Amaris.

Motes of moonlight lifted away from the surface of her skin as a hero felt something within her [i]shift[/i]. A surreal sense of lightness and static permeated her nerves, tingling washing over her like being bathed in a shower of freezing rain. Her debut had been generous with the development of her abilities, as expected from AGC Rising’s efforts, but there were some things that Amaris couldn’t afford not to nurture. It didn’t matter to her if the rest of her skills suffered for it. Not at the moment, at least.

Sharp vision caught the sight of a driver trying to escape, jerking violently at a seatbelt in a wild bid to free himself from its restraint. The same eyes took in the sight of a maiden trying her best to stop a runaway vehicle head on. Brave. Reckless. A moment of doubt would have made things turn out entirely differently. 

Softly, Amaris spoke to her temporary partner, her voice carrying an unnatural reverberation as her stance lowered.

[color=B592D2]“Elpis, try to direct it against the guardrail at the turn. It should slow the car down if this doesn’t work.”[/color] Everything tightened, her body taut like a drawn bowstring as it always was. Another breath with her focus somehow becoming clearer as her flesh and blood melded into one in the confines of her senses. A mental [i]twang[/i] sounded off in her head the moment she saw the driver clear his seat.

And the moon loosed its arrow, a beam of moonlight sending rippling whistles as it tore through the air of Neo-Astraea. 

The sound of metal screeching came before the feeling of impact wracked Amaris’s body with its weight. Her ability to [i]pierce[/i] never came short when she became the arrow herself. Unlike a handgun, the lunar bolt tore through the engine from an inopportune angle without difficulty. The world came back into stark focus as a radiant arrow returned to its archer’s form in a scattering of stardust, her body twisting in the air to face the out-of-control car. Smoke was fast, a sputtering of an engine, the sound of a mechanical heart trying its best to beat without the energy it needed. 

With Elpis’s strength keeping it in place, it might even stop before reaching the turn. After all, the raging beast of metal and wire was quickly reaching its final breath. Good. Her eyes followed one of the police drones for half a second, and she felt something between annoyance and relief at the likelihood of a good angle of the shot. 

Gross. She would have preferred any other media outlet’s camera shoved in her face over the potential of having to negotiate with the police department.

Amaris pulled her hood again to secure it against herself and flicked the long train of her coat away from herself with a practiced movement. A familiar movement to followers of the white-hooded hero, but it was little more than an adjustment to ensure she could move again if the need arose.