[Loner]

Staggering forward slightly as the mugger released his grip on him to bend over and pick up the young man's wallet, Michael blinked in surprise as a few seconds later a multi-colored flash of light seemed arc over his shoulder and slam into his assailant. Immediately thereafter, a feminine form dropped off a nearby rooftop, with what looked like an exotic rifle of some kind in her hands.

As his eyes tracked up to her face, Michael's confusion only grew. "Amy?" he said in surprise, watching as his girlfriend calmly picked up the pistol that had been held to his back seconds earlier and with a flick of her wrist, somehow made it disappear, before threatening the man now sprawled, twitching on his back, a few feet behind Michael.

"Amy...?" Michael asked again, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. "What's going on? I thought you had an interview or something this weekend," he continued, his voice still shaky as a mixture of adrenaline and fear coursed through his system. His eyes flickered briefly over her empty hands that had held some kind of exotic weapon just moments ago.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, or just the sudden terror he'd felt, but he was all of a sudden very aware of all the information his senses were feeding him, from the still damp texture of his hair, to the faint whiff of Amy's shampoo. "What was that brief flicker of electricity just now?" he asked, trying to will his heartbeat to slow down from it's furious rhythm.