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She dived, pulling down hard and accelerating into the tank column with her own column of shredding wind. The air was filled with the sound of tortured metal, magic ignoring the way physics were supposed to work and rending gaps into the metallic armor. Gun barrels skewed crazily, bent into curves. The cloud of dust she kicked up obscured her position as vortex spheres formed, hovering briefly as she spun in place and kicked them into the various targets with magical girl agility and a decade of practice.

The explosions that followed had the satisfying crump of air being displaced at ridiculous speeds, ripping through the armor and equipment to send half the column into the scrapheap.

A microsecond to collect herself and her magic, then Emma was off again. Gunfire missed her by a galactic mile as she rocketed herself upwards again, shedding vortex spheres as she went and spinning to send them in wide arcs amongst the enemy.

(Mass Divergence, Chapter 2)