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“Wait, wait.” Emma threw her hands up with a shake of the head. “Why do you want to fight me?” The girl atop the crates seemed surprised by the question. She tilted her head to the side, tapping her pointer and middle fingers on her chin. “Well, I guess mostly it’s because you’re the most dangerous person in the multiverse?” She asked herself aloud. “Woah, hold on!” Emma threw a finger up to silence the younger meta- Realizing only after the fact how spirited her kneejerk denial of the claim had been. She had stretched herself out to be nearly eye-level with the other girl, and while being twenty feet tall was nothing at all new to her, she typically meant for it to happen. Further, her arm was extended even beyond the scale rest of her was, looping downwards then back up like a hose- With a very expanded hand on the end, as clearly her protest was more valid with a giant hand. She took stock of herself quickly, giving her hand a subtle shake to return it to normal as her stretched

“Can we hurry this up? I have raid tonight.” Even in her current state she had to roll her eyes. Leave it to a speedster to be incredibly impatient. “No,” she began to explain, “this is a stakeout. We can’t see faster.” “This is a stupid observation.” Her partner whined. “You’re not even watching anything.” “I am absolutely watching.” She protested. “You don’t even have eyes right now! How can you see anything?” “I have eyes.” “You’re a ball!” “I never said they were eye-shaped or useful.” It was true. She couldn’t really see anything but pitch black as she was tucked into herself. She also couldn’t hear much either…Or smell. But her sense of movement would be way more than enough. Assuming they had correctly guessed the best target. “How are you even talking right now?” Her partner continued to prod. “Even if you have lungs they’re all squished. …How do you function at all, come to think of it?” “Natural talent.” She said, trying her best to be cool. “I’m just that good. And