Hands on her hips, Aisling casts an appraising eye over the giants, and then grins fiercely up at her friend. "Of course! It won't last long with the two of us working together." She shakes back her hair with a laugh and dashes off, bouncing off of buildings and scaling sheer walls in a trice.

The Celestials are winding up, and as they begin to take out that frustration on their surroundings, the tiny, bright figure snatches up a trailing clothesline and flings herself out into empty space. For a moment, she is falling, hair flaring like a cloak behind her, and then the familiar sphere of scintillating energy crackles to life and she's streaking off at ridiculous speeds. Her sphere, tending more toward the green spectrum, zips about between the giants, drawing their attention - and their wrath.