Mercury got on her motorcycle and revved the engine with a ROAR.
"When you see the car, use the Illusion,"
Mercury sped into the traffic of Blackmoor City amid the roaring engine, saying through gritted teeth, "Once the Illusion takes effect, don't worry about us being in the city. Just flip the whole car. I want to smear the pavement with that person's flesh and blood."
She had once sat in the empty, after-hours bar, smiled at Mercury, and said, "...I don't believe you."
Mercury had raised an eyebrow then, feigning surprise. "You don't believe me? You don't even believe something so ordinary?"
She'd laughed, amused. Her voice was soft and deep, yet bright, like molten silver shrouded in mist. A voice like that, even when cursing someone, was impossible not to listen to.
