They stopped at an urban district full of tanks and high-grade technology. Electrical coils and radioactive devices stood by everywhere.
Molly stared onwards. A blue haired punk with a mohawk was telekinetically holding up a barbed bat and looked at the spider superhero with distain.
"Looks like you've got a fangirl now. Talk about a lowblow, if this is your only fan than that's just the saddest reception I've ever fucking heard."
Arche scowled. "Leave her alone Psychic Psycher, you know she's just an innocent!"
"Oh really? From the looks of it she seems to have leaped onto the scene with you! If she's that eager to throw away her life, like you dumb superheros are than she deserves whatever she gets." He held up his hands and charged a psychic beam of energy, focused purely in their direction. "Run, NOW!" Arche shouted. She charged up a beam of her own made of silk and taking the shape of a tarantula, shooting it forward to block. The two attacks collided and sent rushes of energy pulsing, destroying machinery and sending Molly back into an electrical coil. Shocking her intensely, the entire area flashed until the power ran out and went dead. A very fried Molly stood dazed on the wreckage.
"Ow, ow owwwwww! Goddamn it my head!" Molly screamed. Without a moments hesitation she could tell something was different. Her world suddenly seemed so much more, vivid.
