Slows time and throws bullet

Can slow her perception of time, using it to catch and redirect a round from the alien rifle to another target
Then she sensed it. Risking a glance over her shoulder, she spotted another figure sneaking from a van on the street near Muse. He wore dark-rimmed glasses and carried a shotgun and something on his back.
A mirror box.
Ryn was caught between the sniper and another mortal intent on capturing Muse, equidistant between the two. Deciding, she bore down on the sniper. Do it. Shoot me.
The rifle clapped. Lightning erupted from the barrel’s mouth, another wave of thunder and alloy tumbling through the air. She stretched the thread of time thin until the bullet was visible and caught the angry metal between both hands. She twisted her body from its path and arced the freight-train force off its tracks, casting it to the street where it bore down on the bespectacled man hunting Muse.
It struck him center mass. The bullet obliterated most of him, rending what remained into two great, uneven pieces sundered clean apart. The top parts slapped onto a car hood like wet laundry.
Ryn completed the spin she’d started to evade the bullet, flitting to another rooftop, and rocketed toward the sniper. She angled her approach from his side, forcing the barrel to waver and track to follow her, but the firearm’s size made it hard to reorient.


Chapter 14, Page 209-210