Lyra watched in total shock. "I'm an artist not a fighter,” she thought as cause inside. It was not until Dr. Jurran fired at Dr Fate that she snapped out of it. "Leave us alone,”Lyra yelled as she moved to the middle of the room. She had no idea what she was doing. She had no weapons, no hand to hand combat training. She pulled a needle tool used for clay work from her pocket and pointed it at Dr. Fate. Not the best then but it was the best she had.

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