At breakneck speed, she instinctively spun her torso round, swinging her hand at what was coming. Time seemed to slow down as her arms moved across the air, she could see the small streaks of white as her arm cut through the air and made for its target like some ethereally guided missile. The target seemed to be an ordinary lizard that would sometimes make its way in, it seemed that today was its last day in her apartment. The whip of a hand finally made to its destination, and with near surgical precision, threw the creature towards an open crack in the window where it flew out, to land at some unlucky person