"Wanna bet?" she asks, her eyes bright, glowing hot and orange. She picks herself up, cape shaking out dust behind her as she strides forward, purpose in every step. She's not sure what person could be holding the door closed, or what magical thing it could be. It's not human - that's obvious, but if it has any sort of grip on the door at all, it's about to be in for a world of burning hurt.
Twin beams of heat and light spark and shoot out of Kara's eyes, aimed at the metal doorknob. It glows orange, seems to warp under the heat, and finally - finally, they're getting somewhere.
But then, all at once, it's as if all the heat burning in the knob is sucked out, replaced by cold gray, and instead is fired back at Kara. At the last second, Kara holds her cape in front of her, the heat hitting the red cloth and dissipating.
"Ha!" she calls out to the door. "I'm just too fast for that!"
And then there's another beam, not exactly from the doorknob, but from the direction of the house. Like an invisible source again, a guardian shielding the house from all damage. Another strike of heat hurtles towards her, this time making contact. It fires at her hip, slicing up, through her suit to skin, in a neat line to the bottom of her ribcage.
Kara cries out in pain, sinking to one knee, her hands going to her side.
That's not supposed to happen. There's not much that can even hurt her, much less break skin, not if she's got her powers. But her skin is bubbling and burning, cauterized from the heat instantly where it's split open, mangled and red and angry from what she can see through the gash in her suit.
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"Wanna bet?" she asks, her eyes bright, glowing hot and orange. She picks herself up, cape shaking out dust behind her as she strides forward, purpose in every step. She's not sure what person could be holding the door closed, or what magical thing it could be. It's not human - that's obvious, but if it has any sort of grip on the door at all, it's about to be in for a world of burning hurt.
Twin beams of heat and light spark and shoot out of Kara's eyes, aimed at the metal doorknob. It glows orange, seems to warp under the heat, and finally - finally, they're getting somewhere.
But then, all at once, it's as if all the heat burning in the knob is sucked out, replaced by cold gray, and instead is fired back at Kara. At the last second, Kara holds her cape in front of her, the heat hitting the red cloth and dissipating.
"Ha!" she calls out to the door. "I'm just too fast for that!"
And then there's another beam, not exactly from the doorknob, but from the direction of the house. Like an invisible source again, a guardian shielding the house from all damage. Another strike of heat hurtles towards her, this time making contact. It fires at her hip, slicing up, through her suit to skin, in a neat line to the bottom of her ribcage.
Kara cries out in pain, sinking to one knee, her hands going to her side.
That's not supposed to happen. There's not much that can even hurt her, much less break skin, not if she's got her powers. But her skin is bubbling and burning, cauterized from the heat instantly where it's split open, mangled and red and angry from what she can see through the gash in her suit.