Throws car 20 feet

I flew low, approaching a car. As with the tree, all of my powers were up and active as I reached out in the car's direction. Phantom hands dug into the metal of the car's body, invisible fingers stabbing through. A mass of something pressed down on the hood, caving it in.

If I had any control over those limbs, it wasn't something that lent itself to fine touches. It didn't work well with the careful, methodical, warrior monk approach. In this, in the instinct and the moment of frustration, I could only hope that what I wanted and what my power wanted were mostly in agreement.

I glanced up to make sure Laserdream wasn't watching. I was close enough for my fingertips to brush the car's paint as I swept my arm to one side, the holes and dents in the car twisting or opening wider as the phantom grip adjusted. The- the other Victoria, the phantom Victoria that had never left the hospital, the wretch, threw the car.

I canceled my power momentarily, to force it to release its hold, so it wouldn't fling the car into the people I was trying to stop. I let it reactivate a half-second later, flying forward in the car's direction. My defenses were up and sufficient to let me adjust the car's trajectory with a sharp kick to the side. Just to be safe.

It crashed into a parked car, upside down, its roof and windows shearing into the top of the other. A loud impact, metal scraping metal, a dozen windows on the two vehicles breaking. It was raucous, chaotic, sudden and surprising, in a stark contrast to the massive, enduring weight that seemed to settle in me.

Harder than flying. I could tell myself I was helping people, keeping them clear of danger, and it helped much as it had with the flying, but it was still hard.

The fact that a car had flown into another car twenty feet in front of them was enough to stop them in their tracks. I had their full attention now.

- Flare 2.4