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<span class="mu-r">“Not without me, you're not. I wasn't just patting myself on the back when I said that I can hold my own.”</span> you declared, pounding your chest with a fist.
<span class="mu-g">“I'm going as well.”</span> Ana added, using one hand to hold up her cloak as a windbreak. <span class="mu-g">“I won't let you take all the glory for felling whatever manner of beast is responsible for all this.”</span>
She gestured around at the storm with her free hand.
<span class="mu-r">“It might not be a monster at all, though. It could be an evil scientist operating a weather machine for all we know.”</span> you countered, clutching at the edge of your cloak and raising it to imitate Ana. It was a pretty good idea, but there was still some sand and dirt blowing through the holes that had been burned into it by your new ability.
Ana nodded.
<span class="mu-g">“That <span class="mu-s">would</span> be disappointing, but I'm sure you will find a way to keep things interesting. You always do.”</span>
You would’ve smiled at that if you weren’t certain that it would earn you a mouthful of dirt.
Mekara’s expression grew pensive as she glanced between the two of you. After a moment, she nodded and offered you her hand. You and Ana climbed onto it, and she covered you with her other hand, shielding you from the wind and enclosing you within a cage shaped from her fingers, plunging you into darkness.
<span class="mu-r">“Keep your heads down. This might get bumpy//choppy//turbulent.”</span>
From your place on her palm, you could feel her weight shift as she rose to her feet and started to move. There was very little light leaking through her fingers, so you saw fit to form a small flame at the tip of your finger. Ana’s face suddenly appeared in front of you, now lit by the flickering orange light.
<span class="mu-g">“So…how’re you enjoying your first day back?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“It’s already more exciting than anything I could have ever imagined. I wonder what you’ll have planned for me tomorrow.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I think your standards for wacky adventures are getting a little too high. This is all pretty crazy, even for me!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I thought New Yorkers loved danger. Isn’t that why you live here?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Of course, not. That’s like asking if people who live in Florida love hurricanes.”</span> you said, unable to mask the incredulity in your tone.
<span class="mu-g">“And yet, you all put on these costumes and rush headfirst into danger, ignoring your baser instincts in order to chase thrills or adhere to some code.”</span> Ana said with a roll of her eyes.
<span class="mu-r">“Okay, we don’t <span class="mu-i">all</span> do that. Only the…majority of our super-powered population.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Which is-”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I know. It’s a lot. There are a lot of us, I know.”</span> you finished before she could cut you off. <span class="mu-r">“And I refuse to be judged by someone who strangles lions with her bare hands.”</span>
Ana looked offended at that.
