[u][b]Is it any wonder that my mind's on fire? Imprisoned by the thoughts of what you do? Is it any wonder that the joke's an iron? And the joke's on you. [/b][/u] [i]Natalie's eyes shifted in shade slightly, going from an oceanic blue to more of a violet purple, before they moved into red. Her hand raised up to the hail of gunfire as it came for her and she twirled her fingers, each one leaving a tiny trail of particles and cells in its wake. The rounds stopped in their tracks; A wall of bullets was formed, weaved with glowing particles. Then, in an instant, they shot at the gunmen, each round returning the way it came originally as the particles exploded into tiny cascades of colour. [/i]