Something that they just can't overlook. These days have grown heavy and heavier yet, and as time continues to pass and none of those who disappeared return, she can feel herself sinking back into old moods. That light of hope flickers, fades.
But it's when she's following Superboy's path toward the crime on the street, when she's close enough to hear that familiar voice screaming out in pain—something inside her breaks. And when Sal gets angry, truly angry for the sake of someone she cares for, shit just has a way of happening.
It's a dangerous moment, closer to her old self than she's been in a long time, and later she might regret the slip. But flying above the crowd, wind battering against her face, the cold air making her eyes burn, she only has to think of it for a moment.
"Ocumani oth rethar," she says, pointing down.
The magic snaps down against the armed criminals with vicious speed, a powerful gale knocking them all back at once, guns flying, and fire bursts out in a brief conflagration. The explosion sends them all back, rolling, screaming—she bites back the sound threatening to come out of her throat, and in a moment the fire is gone.
They're injured, but alive. There's no time to feel disgust at herself. She goes flying down to Superboy an instant later. Too afraid to touch him, especially after that display, she crouches by him and the woman.
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Something that they just can't overlook. These days have grown heavy and heavier yet, and as time continues to pass and none of those who disappeared return, she can feel herself sinking back into old moods. That light of hope flickers, fades.
But it's when she's following Superboy's path toward the crime on the street, when she's close enough to hear that familiar voice screaming out in pain—something inside her breaks. And when Sal gets angry, truly angry for the sake of someone she cares for, shit just has a way of happening.
It's a dangerous moment, closer to her old self than she's been in a long time, and later she might regret the slip. But flying above the crowd, wind battering against her face, the cold air making her eyes burn, she only has to think of it for a moment.
"Ocumani oth rethar," she says, pointing down.
The magic snaps down against the armed criminals with vicious speed, a powerful gale knocking them all back at once, guns flying, and fire bursts out in a brief conflagration. The explosion sends them all back, rolling, screaming—she bites back the sound threatening to come out of her throat, and in a moment the fire is gone.
They're injured, but alive. There's no time to feel disgust at herself. She goes flying down to Superboy an instant later. Too afraid to touch him, especially after that display, she crouches by him and the woman.
"Hey."