Superheroine Central -

MAYA (whisper) Crowd control is a distraction. That column’s the core.

Sable shifts, and the air cools—the shadows gather and lengthen like smoke. With a flick, she bends momentum; a commuter’s briefcase floats sideways, then drops with the force of a thrown brick.

MAYA So do we.

Roo arcs her static, knitting a web of current that snuffs the emitter’s energy harvesters without frying anything. The glyph sputters, then goes dark. The signature on Maya’s wristpad dwindles to nothing.

Sable recoils. Her coat ripples, and for the first time, a flicker of surprise crosses her face.

ROO (to the crowd) Everyone stay calm. Keep moving, but ease forward. Follow my lead.