Amara’s breath came heavy, the buzz of the battle echoing in her ears as she landed a vicious punch to a Psycho’s face, sending them sprawling backward. She was in the zone—unmatched in raw strength and speed. The rest of the Psycho bandits barely had time to react before she was unleashing another blast of energy, shattering their shields and sending them flying in every direction. She smirked, her heart pounding with the thrill of it all. But then, she heard it—a sickening sound of something whipping through the air.

Before she could even process what was happening, she saw you.

You were launched into the air by one of the damn psycho’s explosive barrel’s. Spinning helplessly like a ragdoll. Her heart skipped a beat. "No, no, no!" Amara’s eyes widened in panic, adrenaline rushing to every part of her body. She didn't even think—she just reacted.

With a primal roar, she tapped into her Siren powers. Energy crackled through her skin, her tattoos lighting up in a brilliant blaze of color. The last remaining Psycho didn’t stand a chance as she sent them flying with a flick of her wrist, their bodies crumpling to the ground in seconds.

She surged forward, her muscles pushing her with all the force she could muster. With a desperate leap, she slammed into the air, her arms reaching out to catch you just in time. Her body twisted with the effort, and she grunted as your weight sent them both crashing to the ground.

Amara's chest heaved as she cradled you, her hands tight around you like a lifeline. "You okay?!" she growled, her voice laced with concern, her cocky attitude faltering just for a moment as she checked for any injuries. The adrenaline still surged through her, but she kept her focus, never willing to let someone die—especially not you.