She threw one arm out dramatically, the other one over her heart. Her cape and long, flowing hair billowed dramatically, and the projectors were throwing her shadow up onto the palace of justice, making her larger than life.
Check. Okay. Showtime!
"Fear not, good citizens. The M—" The breakout explosion she'd been hired for, triggered too early, drowned out the rest of her words.
Damn it. Next time. Next time I'll get it right.
This time, she'd brought a megaphone, and things were going well. She had the city's C-level heroes where she wanted them: beaten, bloodied, and on the ground, helpless before her. A captive audience. Her speech was going really well, too, had been for the last 5 minutes, and she was working up to a crescendo finale. "... and that is why you will remember this day for the rest of your lives, the day that The M—" Suddenly punched through a building by Milkmaid, all the air left her body, as did any thought to continue her monologue. There was only pain, and time for one last petulant mental whine before oblivion took her.
Oh come on! That's not fair! What's an S-level heroine doing here?!