Catches cratering bullet

Ryn flew across the city’s uneven roofs. The distant muzzle flashed, a flicker of warning before its thunderous shot struck her outthrust palm. The force hurled her backward, feet planting into a building side; the mortar popped, bricks cracking in a dusty spiderweb of fractures. Ryn’s calves tensed, and she pounced forth again with hands shedding burning powder like twin contrails behind her.
Another flash. She deflected the stinging metal with the back of her hand, the bullet sparking white from the collision and hurled into the heavens.
A third flash, and she batted it over the bay.


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