[ It's quick and a little clumsy, the way she tugs the glove off her right hand. She doesn't even take the time to pocket it, because time is precious when there's a giant monster barreling forward with the force of a freight train. A freight train with blades attached. It's fine, she can pick up her glove later. Maybe when she doesn't have to worry about being crushed or run through.
Light surging around her hand in a torrent of light and color, she grits her teeth before pitching it forward, angling it toward the ground. It might look like she's missed (it's right in front of her, how could she miss), but even as she darts to the side, her hand begins to glow, before— ]
Allen!
[ She closes her hand, and the light bomb ignites, pushing a blast of energy against the vileling. Hopefully it's enough to slow it to a stop, and not knock off its rider in the process. Moving object, meet an indomitable force of will. ]
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Light surging around her hand in a torrent of light and color, she grits her teeth before pitching it forward, angling it toward the ground. It might look like she's missed (it's right in front of her, how could she miss), but even as she darts to the side, her hand begins to glow, before— ]
Allen!
[ She closes her hand, and the light bomb ignites, pushing a blast of energy against the vileling. Hopefully it's enough to slow it to a stop, and not knock off its rider in the process. Moving object, meet an indomitable force of will. ]