From her position at least fifty feet above and to Vector’s right, Shade could see everything, but the acoustics and Markovic’s reedy unnatural voice conspired to make him inaudible.

[...]

Shade kicked off from the balustrade and fell at normal gravity speed, almost like slow-motion to her morphed senses. As she fell, knees bent to take the impact, she squeezed the trigger on her flamethrower and watched a jet of liquid fire stab at the monstrous swarm. Where the napalm reached, the bugs stopped, crisped, and fell like propeller seeds from a maple tree.

They burn! Hah! They burn!

Shade landed hard and staggered under the unusual weight, and barreled ahead trying to keep her feet as she ran beneath Oz the Great and Murderous. She tripped and fell and twisted onto one side so that she could, with some difficulty, fire straight up into Vector. Hot, dead insects rained down on her like ash from a volcano.

Hero, Chapter 29