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The sky was deafened by the roar of buzzing insects. Fire blanketed the area with the stench of burning chemicals, smoke rising up toward Heaven itself while all around her tiny red-haired girls scurried like rats, taking pot shots that didn’t so much as blemish her skin but left her latest suit in tatters. The ground shattered in front of her, causing her to stop mid-stride as she made her way toward the truck and the drugs that would soon be lost within.

This was becoming annoying.

Maeve turned toward the source of the latest interruption - the man in the black armor, holding a new toy with its barrel leveled at her chest.

As if it would protect him.

The ground cracked beneath her feet as she lunged to the right, her hand gripping one of the flitting little red haired girls by the face. The man’s gun shifted quickly to track her as soon as his hands caught up with his mind. A burst of concrete and sediment followed her ascension as Maeve leapt into the air, still holding the girl, and as the hero’s gun tracked her upward he found himself staring down the sights at his ally’s back, flying toward him.

He rolled to the side, just in time as Maeve came crashing down in the next instant, the red haired girl exploding in static as Maeve’s boots made her into a landing pad. She spun on the ball of her foot as she rose back to full height, her shoulders flexing to break the chunks of ice building on her back from the gas masked hero’s cryo rounds. Viscous black liquid oozed between cracks in the ice, though Maeve didn’t seem to notice as she advanced on her current target.

The man’s gun exploded in his hands, and Maeve took a step back as its payload impacted the side of her chest, black ichor splattering the ground and the side of her face and sending her right arm flying off into the ether. Maeve paused for the barest of moments, dull eyes gazing at the black armored hero silently, almost as if stunned.

And then she smiled.

There wasn’t time to get off a second shot. In the next instant Maeve’s hand gripped his chest plate and he was lifted into the air, coming back down to Earth hard as she slammed him once, twice into the ground before sending him hurtling through the air. Maeve was after him like a bullet, grabbing another of the red-haired women on her way and reaching him before he hit the ground again. She swung her latest captive down at him like a blunt instrument, cutting his flight short as this girl burst into static like the last one.

She was being assailed by firearms from all sides, but didn’t seem to care. Her foot rose off the ground, poised to slam down onto the White Death’s chest only to freeze mid-air as she suddenly seemed locked into hyper slow-motion. The White Death used the opportunity to roll out of the way, sprinting around her back toward where Hrunting had fallen. A loud crack announced the end of the Maeve's temporal displacement as her foot left a sizeable new pothole in the center of the street.