I'm damned if I voodoo, and I'm dead if I don't Characters: Polaris, Speed Location/time: Southern part of the City, "The Miracle Mile" (backdated one day to occur just after this thread. Content/Summery:Zombie killing. Speed encounters 'Aunt' Polaris and shenanigans ensue. Because shenanigans are awesome.
When she found Jean, whom several of the other so-called heroes cleaning up their new base site swore had headed in this direction, she was going to drag her back, make sure she wasn't bitten, forbid her from running off again once she was sure the other girl was fine... She'd kill her. No one should have to worry this much about their best friend. No one should have to worry this much about anyone. She didn't even worry this much about Steve.
The ball bearings, perfectly round steel shining silver as they spun quickly around her in a shield of flying metal. Fifty of them were her chosen weapon against the shambling things that threatened the well being of her and her friend.
Lorna wasn't even too weirded out about using them anymore. On that first day, when the guy with fire based powers was bitten and everything went to hell, she had nearly froze in fright. But then she saw some of them heading for Jean and she had sent the metal to tear them appart without a second thought. Rising into the air, the magnetic feild of her own body shifting to oppose that of the Earth and give way to flight, the metal a whirling cyclone around her. Each one inch steel ball spinning and peircing the less than resiliant flesh of the undead around her. Faces no longer registered. Just the living against the dead. And Jean, who she had to protect.
Lorna had thrown up in the aftermath. About the only good thing that she saw coming from the fight was that she could finally pinpoint how to make herself fly. Like she was now, the ball bearings in a fast orbit around her.
And if for some reason she needed more metal to command, the street was lined with cars. Dealerships along the 'miracle mile' (why did nearly every major city have a street with that nickname and every single one of them be lined with care dealerships?). Luckily the few zombies she ran into hadn't had a distinctive shock of red hair. Unluckily she still hadn't found Jean. Where could that girl be?