Clair watched the arrows crept towards her, fired by the costumed idiot. Why did they always think some spandex made them invincible? The battlefield around her was so, so slow. Her own fault, she guessed. She might just be a wee bit high on a mix of kinetic energy and blood right now.
Taking a single step towards the arrow, she thrust her hand forward, bladed Duranium gauntlets cutting through the air. Drawing on the energy built up inside her, she activated Burst, her first aspect. Her hand snapped forward in midair, visibly blurring. Then her foot came down and she Stepped behind the archer, traversing the space between them in an instant.
Her hand, already moving faster than the human eyes could see, was milimeters from his exposed back and about to plunge into his kidneys. She could sheer through steel and magic. Spandex and flesh were nothing to her.