"She says they can't just be attacked."
The tall girl shakes her head.
"Poing and her friends have to do targeted attacks, and stay hidden, or else things will be bad."
"Poing destroys whatever she wants."
She swirls Fire, Ice, and Lightning between her right hand, whistling.
"She burns the politicians that the Hollow Men put up."
"Mhmm..."
It was a dirty bomb, too. There's a familiar energy signature in the distance.
"She helped. She distracted the Hollow Men while her friends boomed the city."
The Hollow Men sent some elite-grade toasters her way, but she's halted them with a single move.
Poing has a beastfolk nobleman held by the neck in her right hand, an enormous plume of black particles in her left. The monk is blankly smug, watching them try to compute-
She's fighting on a very large Vortex Island, somewhat close to a city that this group protects.
Poing has a big smirk on her face, occasionally glancing upward, slightly to the corner of her eye.
Yellow energy surges around her, and she summons a stampede of fantastical creatures.
Poing is soloing a tsunami of Hollow-Men, weaving around gunshots and artifical spells.