Sees Amelia in slow motion

Three shafts made of sharpened bone leapt out from between the knuckles on her hands like claws, and she took off towards Brandish with cheetah-like speed — but I was already moving, and to me, with my Vantage, she might as well have been moving in slow motion.

A single step took me back in front of her, placing me between her and the rest of New Wave, and my arm lashed out, took hold of her wrist, and I spun around, carrying her with me, and threw her to the ground. Before she had enough time to do more than let out an “oof,” I dropped my body weight down on her and pinned her with my knee, the arm in my hand twisted into that same submission hold I’d used in the bank what felt now like a lifetime ago.