With a hand held out, Markov activates his MagCor array. The metal around him rattles faintly, and then a broken piece of support railing snaps into the palm of his hand. It has a jagged edge, and it gleams beneath the flickering emergency lighting of the tram. He hurls it like a spear at the insane form of the woman., magnetically accelerating it. It flashes like silver lightning as it hurtles toward her.