Her boomer exploded on impact, throwing her into Bruce's field.

Mira held her hand close, not wanting to see if she still had a palm left. Though the energy at her back... Wasn't feeling that great either, clamping down on the inside of her cheek she refused to scream.

She was out of boomers, didn't have her armor, and was out gunned. But she hoped she'd still be standing on her own feet.

"Guess I should have gone for salt instead? Don't know where holy water's kept. And doubt that works at all like in Supernatural."

Her voice was barely a whisper.