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Ho Ho Ho It's Magic...

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The woman floated silently over the earth, as her long blonde hair gently drifting weightlessly around her face. Above the atmosphere the quiet was perfect. It was peaceful. Suspended above the planet was perfect place to meditate, without even the distraction of gravity and the weight of her body to interfere. An hour passed like this. Then a second.

Suddenly her green eyes snapped open, and a small grin formed on her face as Ultrawoman orientated herself so she was facing her adopted planet her back to the cosmos and the stars behind her. Vyr-Na began moving. Slowly at first, but steadily accelerating as she began her descent. The silence was replaced by sound. Barely a whistle at first, but quickly gaining in intensity and volume as the air around the Velorian grew thicker. A soft hiss became a rushing sound like river rapids, which grew to a roar.

Ultrawoman was coming home, and she was coming home hot.

Like a shooting star in the night, the friction of her re-entry created a super heated bubble of plasma around her as she accelerated to earth. Honeymooners on a beach in Hawaii made a wish on the falling star as Vyr-Na flew above them east toward the sunrise and Angel Falls. Approximately one thousand meters above the city, the alien woman pulled up hard in a move she had practiced again and again, and again. Three thousand feet. One thousand feet, fifty feet above the streets of Angel Falls Ultrawoman completed the difficult course change and was flying at sub –sonic speed horizontally over Main Street.

Vyr-Na was moving faster than she had yet flown this exercise, and was just a black and white blur to people on the street below. There and gone before anyone could fully register her presence. With her enhanced reflexes and visual acuity, bullets seem to move in slow motion to Vyr-Na, so she had no difficulty in maintaining a complete awareness of her relative position in relationship to any obstacles in her flight path despite her incredible speed.

Newton’s laws of motion however, affected her just as they did anything or anyone else in the universe and like they say timing is everything. To get the timing right, again as they say, practice makes perfect.

Ultrawoman was racing like a missile toward city hall, now less than fifty feet above the ground as she measured off the dwindling distance. At a point that seemed much too late she suddenly pulled hard to the right changing her trajectory, yet the arc of the turn seemed destined that she was going to strike the building anyway. With inches to spare, the turn was complete and in the blink of an eye the villainess was flying alongside, then past Mayor Donovan’s office window.

“Let’s see Wall*E or the Supertramp do THAT,” Vyr-Na said with a smile, as she continued to weave between buildings and landmarks at reckless speeds. For weeks now Ultrawoman had been flying over the city. Learning it’s every nuance and every bit of its geography. This was her town and she was learning it like the back of her hand. How fast she could fly and what the very last moment was that she had to alter her flight path to avoid collision. If she were being pursued by either hero or missile, she was determined to have an edge. If her pursuer broke off too soon Ultrawoman would be able to evade and elude him, her or it. If the pursuer broke off to late, then he, she, or it was going to hit something. Again advantage, Ultrawoman. You do not do this sort of thing successfully without practice, and she was practicing while her enemies were not.

“One last indulgence” Vyr-Na said to herself with a smile, as she violently gyrated to the left then accelerated down Carrington Way. Two weeks ago the owner of a small convenience grocery store on this street had thrown a tomato at her. He had missed of course, despite the blonde being almost in a stationary hover at the time. Still, it had irritated her and she made it a point to do a flyby of his store at the conclusion of each of these familiarization flights.

Twelve feet above street level, Ultrawoman timed it so that she went supersonic as she came alongside the small grocery store. The sonic boom hit the storefront window, shattering it with incredible violence.

“So much more satisfying than having just killed him outright,” Vyr-Na repeated for the third time, having said it with every window broken. She would repeat this as many times as it took for his business to fail and the bastard lost his livelihood. The price he’d pay for throwing that tomato would be to lose everything, and to have it happen slowly. The blood sucking vampires at whatever bank he had his business loans with would see to that. “I can always kill him later if I get impatient.”

Somewhere on the 500 block of Carrington Way an inky black net materialized in front of her flight path. It was writhing and twisting and for a moment Ultrawoman had the image of an octopus in her mind. The shock of seeing an octopus slowed her reaction time, and she could not avoid impact. Despite her great speed, the mystical net stretched but it did not break, regardless of the incredible strain placed upon it. When Ultrawoman’s forward momentum was exhausted, like a rubber band, the net snapped back violently to its original position, then using the inertia it had absorbed it drove the blonde woman down into the street with equally incredible violence.

“Whaa?”, Ultrawoman moaned as she slowly tried to rise to her feet. She was still entangled in the net however and it inhibited her ability to rise to a standing position. Strain as she did against the web, it stretched but would not tear. “What is this made of,” the Velorian asked herself as she struggled without success to break free.. It was not hemp, nor nylon, nor metal.

“It is made of magic,” came the reply. “Pure magic.”

Vyr-Na tuned to see an Asian woman walking toward her, carrying a dull gray collar. The woman’s accent was unfamiliar to her. While it had the characteristics of the part of the world she appeared to be from, there was something else to it. “Who the hell are you,” she demanded. “Is this your doing?”

“Obviously this is my doing,” Xang replied not identifying herself. “I thought you’d be smarter. You really are not helping the stereotype,” the Asian woman taunted referencing the stricken woman’s blonde hair.

“I just want to make sure I am killing the right person is all,” Vyr-Na said as she strained again to break free of the net with no success.

“So you are here to kill me,” Xenjii Xand said in the form of a statement not a question. “Why? To my knowledge our interests have not come into conflict.”

Vyr-Na eased her struggles to free herself for a moment, confused by the statement. Then eying the heavy looking gray collar in the Asian woman’s hand resumed her efforts with greater vigor.

“No one mortal or mystical can break free of the entanglement spell,” Xang said with confidence, however there was some strain in her voice and beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead.

“You are betting your life on that,” Ultrawoman grunted as she put her all into breaking free. To her irritation however the netting seemed stronger than steel, yet stretched instead of parted where it was pressured. The Velorian had hoped to pull the openings far enough apart to escape, but when it went wide on one open block the opening narrowed on another, leaving her trapped inside.

“Enough of this nonsense,” the Asian woman snapped! “I have neither the patience, nor the time for this right now. The police will be here soon, drawn by your violence, and we must be gone by the time they arrive.”

Xenjii Xang moved her fingers as if playing with a child’s cat’s cradle made of string-despite empty hands. Immediately the netting around the ensnared blonde drew tighter, and Ultrawoman felt her arms being pulled back behind her away from her torso as her assailant approached. The collar in Xang’s hands came apart into two equal half moon shaped pieces and she reached inside the netting placing them on either side of the Velorain’s neck. When the two pieces touched they joined together in a seamless collar.

“Get…that…off..of…me,” Vyr-Na demanded with venom in her voice. Again she pulled against the mystical net holding her. Instead of being stymied as before, this time she was rewarded by feeling definite progress against the netting, and she noticed the Asian woman more reactive and stressed by this attempt at freedom.

“You’ve reached your limit,” Ultrawoman said smugly. The net is only as strong as you are, and you are tiring.

“It does not matter now,” Xang said with her own smug confidence. You now have a Rada’Han around your neck, and it negates the magic of any who wears it.

“In case you haven’t noticed sister. It ain’t working,” Ultra said violently thrashing in the net, rewarded by a pained expression in her opponent’s face.

“That is because I have not cast the spell to make it work,” Xang countered.
“Mystical mumbo jumbo. Besides. Magic is not…”

“Transmutare ex plumbo aurum!” Xenjii Xang’s voice was strong, clear, and authoritative as she spoke the words. Immediately the dull gray collar around Vyr-Na’s neck began to grow lighter in color, until it was a pale yellow, then finally bright gold.

Ultrawoman felt her strength fail her quickly, and the net draw tighter around her. Her arms were immediately pinned against her sides, as she no longer had the strength to resist, and as the netting constricted around her she felt the air, being squeezed out of her lungs.

“I have some questions for you,” Xang said as her victim faded from consciousness, “and you are going to answer every one of them.
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Ultrawoman slowly became aware of her surroundings and found herself in a world filled with pain and discomfort. Her entire body was stretched tight, her arms above her head, her feet secured. She felt as if she must be two inches taller, and her spine ached from being pulled harshly along the length of her body. She has been stripped of her uniform and she could feel metal cutting into her wrists, arms, calves and ankles. Her back was arched past the point where a normal person’s would have probably already broken, and it was only her own innate invulnerability that kept her spine from being snapped just above her waist, paralyzing her from that point down.

“Now,” the unknown Asian woman’s voice interrupted her. “I have a few questions you are going to answer. Starting with, why would you want to kill me?”


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Credit where credit is due:

Events take place in the city of :iconangel-fallsda:

First off, the art is by: :iconyurihausen: He is great to work with, and a really fun person to talk to. He makes the art process painless and is not happy until you are happy. Check out his galleries and give him every consideration for your commission needs.

Xenjii Xang is the property of :iconjamese82: and is used with permission. (Well who is going to get used here is probably NOT Xang, but rather Ultra, but I digress) Again, he is great to work with, and if you are looking for a collaboration partner you need to contact him.

Apologies to my two partners on this project. This is literally months behind schedule. Between an insane work load, getting the flu, and a malware attack (which originated from dA or all places) this has been delayed considerably. I’ve had the art in my ‘pending post’ file for weeks.

Thanks to everyone for their patience.
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