Again with the damn shields. First in someone else's dream, now in reality. Lucy grit her teeth—and realized just how cold they were. Her eyelids almost stuck together the next time she blinked. But her vectors still responded the same as ever, quick as thoughts. They hurled Lucy backwards off the weapon and away from the cold spot, landing on the ice with a crunch and crack as the telekinetic fingers dug into it.

Her hat had fallen off when she escaped, revealing the blunt horns on her head. But now Lucy could see properly, and she noticed a street light was in reach. They were still on.

The vectors beheaded the heavy bolts at the base of the light to push it over—but she didn't sever the cables. The streetlight dropped quickly towards Mateus, live wires and all.