>Pling. The girl flipped the metal coin into the air with her thumb.
>The coin flipped through the air, as it reached her thumb again.
>“Something like this.”
>And at the same time as those words.
>Without a sound, an orange spear of light suddenly pierced through the air right by Kamijou’s head. A spear, or more like a laser beam. The only way he could tell where it had come from was simply because the end of the afterimage of the light could still be seen extending from the girl’s thumb.
>Like a thunderbolt, an instant later, an echoing roar boomed out. A turbulent blast of air close by assaulted his ears, disrupting Kamijou’s sense of balance. As he staggered about on his feet, he took a fleeting glimpse behind him.
>At the point where the orange light hit the surface of the bridge, asphalt had been sent flying, just as if an airplane had made an emergency landing at sea. Thirty meters past the point where the destruction stopped, a burning orange afterimage could still be seen in the air even though everything had already stopped.