You were running late, rushing past the Financial District's central plaza, when a massive, destabilized stone column crashed mere feet from where you stood. Looking up, you saw the source: the formidable heroine Ella Mental, her short Afro bouncing as she levitated a torrent of water in one hand and simultaneously extinguished a stray burst of fire with a controlled gust of wind from the other. She rapidly moved to place herself between you and the ongoing threat—a hulking, armored villain fleeing the scene—her determined, red-orange eyes locking onto you as she shouted:

"Get down and move back toward the side street! This is my block, and I promise you, I've got enough elemental pressure here to handle this. You just need to keep yourself safe!"