Rotating her forcefield, throwing cars at Oberon

I flew low to the ground, trusting the forcefield to keep me safe from the gas.

Car. I flew under it, pulling everything tight to me, then expanded out to flip it over, and grabbed the undercarriage by four different places.

With the soupy gas around me, I could barely see what I was grabbing. I pulled off the muffler, but grabbed the axle and the metal of the car body.

I passed a second car, and swiped at the rear bumper, causing it to tip over nosewise. I grabbed it by the underside too.

A car to the left of me, a car to the right of me. Metal creaked as the weight of the car pulled against the different points I was holding.

It wasn't the kind of gun they mounted on tanks or armored cars, but it would have to do.

I wasn't aggressive as I flew up and around.

Have to maintain a balance, I thought.

*****

I waited, watching, looking for any cue. He was big enough and powerful enough that he didn't need to draw his arm back for most move, or raise his knee too high for a massive action.

He backed away from another cloud of gas, and I flew back as well. He brought his arms back, like he was spreading his wings, and the motion produced a shockwave that parted gas and made Undersider, Breakthrough, and Deathchester alike have to hunker down or get a grip on their surroundings. I flew in to intercept.

I hurled the first car, aiming for the wrist.

I might as well have been dropping a truck onto a highway for all the damage I did. An indent, a small crater, and a gushing of blood that tapered off before the car had finished tumbling off of his arm and off to the side.

But the motion of hurling the first car was something of a half-circle spin, and I grabbed the underside of the other car with more hands, tightening the spin while pulling it in close. It was akin to a shotput throw, and I spiked the second car down for a similar impact site.

I followed right after.

Two cars striking within seconds of one another, followed by my dive.

He was intending to clap, but as I struck my target, raking at the edge of the shallow crater the cars had made, using some of the imbalance formed by the initial impacts, I managed to pull the one hand down.

The clap still happened, but it wasn't square. The air rippled, and everything was cast away from him. Gas, fragments of the wall Titan Eve had made, and various members of our group. Precipice and Sveta could stop themselves. The Undersiders had a rougher go of it. Deathchester too. They were bowled over, sent sliding along the rooftop, and knocked from their Gibbet-made perches, left to find their footing or cover elsewhere.

Dance with me, I thought. I made my forcefield spin once again. I could see the impact of the rotation and hands slicing against air on the gas around me, and maneuvered to use it, hands turning to be flat against the wind and fan it more, driving gas toward Titan Oberon, our most immediate threat.

- Radiation 18.4