Michelle suddenly turned to the sound of the screaming, her reflexes pushing her suddenly forward to press into a full dash towards the distress.  It was some distance away, but Michelle was wicked fast, already pushing herself into matters without hesitation or concern for herself.  She knew well enough what was going on, and even if she couldn't fight, that wouldn't stop her from stepping in to assist.<br/><br/>Her hair cascaded behind her as her skirt caught the wind, slowing her down only marginally as the sneakers kicked up the dirt beneath her.  Moments later, however, she heard the whizzing sound of the Frisbee coming back for her.  She had just enough time to turn and hop, spinning midair to pluck the discus from the sky, then wailing it out to throw the plastic toy in the general direction of the three boys causing trouble.  The throw ended up going wide and not hitting anyone, but that was alright; it was intended as a distraction anyway.<br/><br/>The moment her legs touched back down in the field, she continued her sprinting, rushing over to the girl with the intent grab her and hoist her up mid-stride.  Michelle didn't look very strong, but she somehow had the talent to make it all look easy and natural, as if the girl in distress weighed little more than pillow feathers.  Spinning on a dime, possibly knocking her foot against the shin of one of the would-be rapists, she started turning back the way she came, hoping to provide what rescue she could before David barreled his way in.