<i>KABOOM!</i><br/><br/>Servos whirred as the men in blue ducked and dived for cover, flashes of blue and white filling the air like the standoff had become a rave, each flash reflecting off the metallic grey of the power suit, sleek and expertly designed, fully concealing the pilot within.<br/><br/><i>Crash!</i><br/><br/>Before the lights snapped out with a bang as the spinning cop car slams into the top of another, tossed by the powerful suit like it was little more than a toy. More flashes and bangs rang out as the police opened fire, watching in dismay as the bullets bounced harmlessly off the angled surface of the armor platings.<br/><br/>"You and your puny weapons have no place on this battleground!" a distinctly female voice called out from the machine's hidden speakers. "I am Macha, Goddess of War! Call forth your proposed 'Super Heroes' that we might engage in bloody combat and etch our names into the annals of history!"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------​</div><br/>She wasn't sure why she was listening to the police channel. Perhaps some part of her just felt... ready, even logic would say she wasn't. There were only so many ways one could practice alone before you needed actual field experience. And really, what harm could the average supervillain really do to her? Yeah, everyone had to start somewhere. This was her moment! The police were clearly having trouble, and the SWAT team couldn't get there half as fast as she could. There was no better opportunity to save the day!<br/><br/>The outfit, first try as it was, was a little awkward. It would take more tweaking to get one that could be put on in a hurry. Pulling on a full body white unitard, tugging on the shiny gold skirt and holding it in place by a large silver belt accented in the center by a small, shimmering purple gem. A similar gem-accented silver necklace large and solid enough to have her golden cape attached to the back of it, accented with slender but solid-looking forearm-length gloves and knee-high boots of a similar gold with silver embellishments, and all topped off by a white mask that covered the full top half of her face, angled slightly down her cheeks and wrapping around the back of her head for extra support. The lenses on the mask sparked to life and glowed a bright gold to hide even her eyes, though shoulder-length curls of golden-blond hair was left to flow free.<br/><br/>With the hard part done and gone, it was finally time to head out to the easy villain-stomping part! Something she did with apparent ease as she stepped from the rooftop stairwell of her highrise apartment and launched into the air, flying through the sky at rapid speeds with casual grace. It wouldn't be long at all before she arrived at the troubled intersection, the butterflies already rumbling within her belly.