Silver smirked as her attacks came into contact with The Countess and nearly knocked her off her feet. This chick didn't stand a chance, but still she insisted on prolonging the inevitable. Clearly The Countess didn't know that her gadgets and gizmos were no match for a True Hero's raw talent. The Silver Heart braced herself as the Countess powered up her engine, possibly ready to make a pathetic run for it. She had learned that blue was harmless, and red was the color to watch out for. [i]Simple.[/i] What she didn't anticipate was that woman latching onto the news copter above. The Silver Heart's heart raced as the villainess yanked the door off and threw it to the ground. She jumped back and shielded herself from the glass with a quick raise of the arm. She couldn't bring herself to take her eyes off of the scene that was unfolding, though instead of looking worried, she jumped back into character. It just never ceased to amaze her how easily The Countess threw one after the other out of the copter, despite their begging and pleading. Stuff like that just made her want to pummel that robot's face in even more, but not tonight... That coward was leaving, and she had a job to do.

Raising her hand out of habit, three bubble like constructs engulfed each civilian that was thrown from the newscopter. It was foamy to the touch and as a result would feel like landing on a memory foam mattress. Slowly, she lowered the still screaming news crew to the ground with a sigh. Just up ahead she could still see the hijacked helicopter, but there was no use in going after that witch now for she was certain they would meet again.

Suddenly, there were flashing lights in her face and people had come out of their hiding places to surround her with questions like, [b]"Who are you?!" and "Any last words for The Countess?!"[/b] Naturally, The Silver Heart pulled a vanishing act and slipped through the shocked crowd completely unseen. She didn't feel like answering their questions, they'd seen enough of what she could do to answer for themselves.

[i]Now would be a good time to see a pleasant side of the city.[/i] 

Amelia opened the rear tail bag of her Ducati Monster to retrieve her cellphone. With a simple click of a button, her phone was powered back on and she was already sending a text to someone about some much needed drinks. It was a Friday night, so it was the perfect opportunity to go out and unwind after a long day of volunteer work. Sighing, she hopped onto her bike and sped home to get changed.