Spirit 1.6
In the moment that Amy hesitated between panic and curiosity and figuring out who she needed to stop, both Taylor and Victoria had already moved before Amy could try to stop either of them.
"Wait!" "Stop!" Amy and Dean yelled simultaneously.
Taylor dashed forward and closed the gap in an instant, her forefinger and middle finger thrusting forward as if they were a deadly weapon. Victoria flew past Amy and Dean and just barely dodged the high speed finger thrust by chafing right, and tried to shove Taylor's shoulder as she flew by.
Taylor intercepted the shove with her left hand and grabbed onto Victoria's wrist, twisting with a pivot on the ground, and bringing her right hand back again, ready to poke Victoria. The blonde haired hero out of costume realized that Taylor was also a physical fighter, most likely a brute with the amount of strength being exerted on her at the wrist, and decided to match her head on, reversing momentum to punch toward Taylor, ignoring the incoming finger poke.
Taylor reacted immediately and changed the direction of the finger poke to the arm that she was grabbing onto with her other hand, while kicking off the ground, avoiding the punch that was aimed toward her gut.
Her qi-empowered finger poke hit Victoria's arm, the qi extending outwards and hitting the forcefield to create a momentary flicker but otherwise not damaging the hero known to be invincible. However, even that single instant was enough for Taylor's other hand to make direct skin contact with Victoria's held wrist, allowing Taylor to perceive Glory Girl's underwhelming strength and fragility without her forcefield to assist. Meanwhile, Victoria's punch curved as her whole body's flight direction shifted, homing in on Taylor's belly.
The punch still didn't make contact, however, as Taylor leveraged her grip on Victoria's wrist to carry her upwards momentum into a spin, before letting go of her grip and getting launched towards the opposite alley wall.
Taylor hit the wall feet first and condensed into a crouch with a turn to face Victoria, who had already chased after her fists raised.
The cultivator narrowed her eyes after estimating Victoria's movement speed and reaction times, then moved faster than before and deftly slipped around Victoria's trajectory. The surprised flier was unable to stop herself from smashing into the wall.
Taylor fell back down to the ground and watched calmly as her opponent tore her arm out of the broken wall.
"You fly fast but you are unskilled. Your limbs cannot keep up with the speed of your flight. If your enemies can resist your aura of fear, they will not simply allow you to hit them freely."
"Shut up, you arrogant bitch! You haven't gotten a good hit on me either!" Victoria flexed her arm as pieces of the wall fell to the ground.
"Don't be foolish. A single strike from me disabled your forcefield earlier. Beneath your forcefield you are no different from a regular mortal. If I held back any less, your life would be in peril," Taylor said dismissively.
"Why you…!" Victoria flew down again, charging at Taylor.
"Stop!" Amy rushed forward, blocking Victoria's way with her arms spread out.
Victoria came to a hard stop in front of her sister and had a betrayed look on her face when she saw the glare Amy gave her.
Dean already had his phone out, ready to call PRT just in case. "Please, Vicky, she clearly doesn't want to fight anymore," he said, grabbing onto Victoria's left arm with a pleading look.
The floating girl looked between her boyfriend and her sister. "But she start—"
"But nothing, Vicky! You're a hero! You can't just fight because you're angry. Look at the wall you just broke. Who's going to pay for that? You always do this, Vicky, then people get hurt and things get destroyed when they don't need to be. When are you going to learn to hold back and look for the peaceful solution? I'm tired of having to clean up for you all the time," Amy said heatedly.
Victoria's eyes teared up. "I—I'm just trying to help, why are you guys ganging up on me? She's the one that was stalking us!"
Amy dropped her arms and sighed. "I know you're trying to help. But you're not actually helping. Can you just turn off your aura, please? Even I'm feeling it now."
"We're not ganging up on you, Vicky. No matter what Taylor said or did, right now you're the one using a parahuman power on her when she hasn't technically done anything illegal. It's not a crime to follow somebody around for a short while. Paparazzi and die-hard cape fans do it all the time, and you wouldn't attack them, would you?" Dean added.
Victoria bit her lip. "Fine." She dialed down her aura as far as she could.
Amy smiled slightly at Vicky, who gave a half-hearted smile back. "Thank you, Vicky." Then she turned to Taylor, who nodded at her.
But Amy frowned in response. "And you! Can you not provoke and insult people with every sentence you say?"
Taylor looked back with a confused expression. "I did nothing of the sort. What are you referring to?"
"You—are you serious? Taylor, You can't just call someone a mortal without it coming off as an insult. And crazy, too. Not to mention the part where you threatened to 'slay' her, and when you called Vicky unskilled, and pretty much everything you said!" Amy said with exasperation.
Taylor blinked. She was silent for a few moments, then furrowed her eyebrows as if in concentration.
"My apolog—sorry, I need some time to advance in the social Dao—get used to talking, I mean. I haven't had many interactions with morta—normal people before." Amy watched Taylor struggle with her words with no small amount of incredulity, and a little bit of pity. By the sounds of it, the girl was even more introverted than Amy herself, off in her own world with no common sense to handle the outside.
She thought of what she had felt back at the hospital when Taylor somehow shared her senses with her, and wondered if it was simply Taylor's power that made her this way. There were cases of some parahumans triggering with powers that drastically altered their mentality, especially the very young triggers. Then there were the capes that were simply commonly thought of as crazy. Like Glaistig Uaine, thinking of herself as a Faerie. Was Taylor similar, Amy wondered to herself.
She sighed. "Nevermind that. Taylor, why exactly were you following me?"
"You are stressed, and your qi is already showing signs of becoming unbalanced again mere hours after I restored the balance. I followed you to understand why," said Taylor.
"You can't just do that, Taylor. I appreciate your concern, and your…healing..." Amy said, scrunching her eyebrows as if unsure of what to say. She knew Taylor was weird from the first meeting, but she also knew that Taylor meant well, having felt what Taylor felt when she did the…whatever it was she did back then. "But stalking is creepy. It makes people uncomfortable. It makes me uncomfortable, knowing that there's somebody out there following me secretly."
Taylor nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean for you to know. With what little power I have recovered, my stealth capabilities remain subpar."
"No, that's not what I meant! You shouldn't be stalking me at all! "
"As you wish, I won't follow you around anymore," said Taylor.
"Good," said Amy with a light smile. Taylor's face remained stoic. The smile slid off Amy's face. "Okay…and you should ask permission before healing someone. I don't mind, but it's a big deal, legally, if you try to heal anybody else when they don't want you to."
Taylor scoffed. "That will not be a problem. I have no interest in healing others."