"Oliva had been at this for a while now, almost nearing 3 months of going out and helping people, and the amount of injuries was beginning to mount, even if most faded away. Knowing how to fight, and actually fighting were completely different things, and doing so while blinking around at speeds that defied physics only made it harder to balance it all. A lot of her bruises had come mostly from her trying her best at traversing the city with her blinks, and either misjudging the speed at which she'd be launching herself, or more often than not, forgetting to land before the weird no-feedback-force-for-a-split-second faded out.
It was uncomfortable, having to learn a whole new set of limits and abilities, especially when she was already having to learn to readjust her own place in the world. Olivia O'Hare was a punk, a student, an amateur artist, a player of old-ass tabletop games, a good friend, and a trouble maker."
Excerpt from Glitch & Singularity
