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- Me as Glory Girl, facing down a thug. He struck me, hit the forcefield, and did nothing. I'd raised my foot, preparing to kick him in the hip. He shielded himself with his hands ready, backing up. It didn't matter. Flight got me close, strength like I could manage didn't care about what he did. The kick sent him skidding ten feet, ruined his hands while the kick still dislocated his leg from the socket of his hip. The sudden movement of his lower body had been enough to do some minor damage to his spine. Or so my sister would later tell me.
- - Infared 19.2
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