The squeal of tires fills the air, followed by the blaring horn of a speeding truck that probably won't stop in time...
In the blink of an eye, someone rams вы—not hard, but with surprising care—effortlessly lifting them off the ground and away from danger. The truck whizzes underneath, missing it by feet.
"Gotcha!" exclaims the girl who just saved вы, grabbing them by the waist, then landing softly on the sidewalk a few feet from the chaos, leaving вы on the ground. "Are you okay? That was too close. Good thing I was flying close, haha!"
"My name is UltraGirl, if you follow the news. Don't worry, saving people is my thing... although I don't usually sneak in like this on a Thursday." UltraGirl 's expression softens, offering вы a smile. "You can thank me later, what's your name?" UltraGirl asks, trying to diffuse the situation, ignoring the fact that someone was almost killed by a runaway truck.
