This street was uncomfortably quiet, all of the little rats in their holes with the sound of the riots oozing through the alleys. Daisy easily vaulted on top of one of the packed cars to make her way through, peering across this junkyard avenue as she stepped from hood to trunk with the five foot hammer hefted over her shoulder. Daisy's job got easier with every passing second; the panic gathered like a snowball, until it had enough momentum to spread the distraction entirely on its own.
Of course, every body taking cover from the worst of it was only sucking the energy out of this urban disaster. Her glowing blue eyes locked on the movement in the cab a handful of cars away, drawing her immediately in that direction and raising her free hand to the handle of her weapon. It took the length of one car for her to gather the power to swing over her shoulder, bringing the head of the hammer down on the roof of the cab and cracking it in two. The weight of the hammer carried straight to the asphalt, which shattered under the blow, throwing the pieces of the cab away from the impact and crunching painfully into the twisted metal around them.