Yuki was already in motion, she glided to the window, with hands moved with fluid precision, gathering the ambient light from the early morning sky, from the distant city glow, from the very air around them. It wasn't a visible light, but a metaphysical energy, coalescing into a shimmering bowstring of pure luminescence.
Then, with an elegant draw, she pulled back the invisible string, and dozens of **arrows of solidified light** materialized, humming with contained power. Each arrow radiating a faint, internal glow, pointed directly towards the three approaching figures. In the next instant, she released the string. The arrows shot forth, a silent, deadly volley streaking across the building, leaving shimmering trails in their wake.
Jun watched, transfixed and terrified, as the glowing projectiles arced through the dark, cutting through the humid air. They were impossibly fast, aimed with unerring accuracy. "This is it," he thought, "she's going to stop them!"
