[Arlene sits up as tall as she can without unbuckling the "seatbelt" (sorry, Dante, she doesn't trust your driving that much.) Holding out her hand with fingers splayed, she wills the magic to come. She imagines not just a shower of sparks, but a bolt, arcing from her open palm to fry the bug in midair and holy shit, it does. The flash momentarily dazzles her vision white, but there isn't much left to see.
Too bad that's only going to work once, because there are more whirring noises and they seem to be getting closer.]
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[Arlene sits up as tall as she can without unbuckling the "seatbelt" (sorry, Dante, she doesn't trust your driving that much.) Holding out her hand with fingers splayed, she wills the magic to come. She imagines not just a shower of sparks, but a bolt, arcing from her open palm to fry the bug in midair and holy shit, it does. The flash momentarily dazzles her vision white, but there isn't much left to see.
Too bad that's only going to work once, because there are more whirring noises and they seem to be getting closer.]