Catching Damsel's wrists

Solarstare laughed. Damsel's expression changed. Almost feral.

My forcefield caught her wrist before her clawed hand reached Solarstare. I saw the power dance from palm to the tip of the long claws. Sveta pulled Solarstare clear out of the way.

Damsel used her power, a slow-burning rumble of blackness in her clawed hands, just to my left. If I'd lowered my arm to my side, I would have touched it.

I caught her other claw. The power burned there too.

If one spark or flicker danced back toward her wrist, it'd hit my forcefield, and I'd lose that protection.

Damsel smiled. Her power intensified.

- Radiation 18.6