As the girl went sailing back, Amara remarked curtly, "That oughta show ya."
Little bravado colored her face or showed in her stance, but she was quite satisfied with having knocked the girl back so cleanly. She hadn't perpetrated a hit that nice in a couple days.
Though, in hindsight, she would have to admit it was unwise to stay standing there to long to admire her handiwork. Forwhen she heard the call of 'SHINING RAY!', there were mere seconds to coordinate just what to do next.
The light first blinded her for an instant, and then she regained sight from the flash too slow. She knew there was no chance of aiming as her eyes readjusted to the dimly-lit street. So she focused her psychic power downward, into her legs.
Backflip.
Through the air.
SLAM.
THUD.
She'd forgotten that there was a wall directly behind her, and her fumbling flop to the ground did absolutely nothing to prevent Artie from toppling right on top of her bodily. Though, at first, Amara couldn't even manage to muster up the anger to push the large Gargoyle off of her. She would just sit there beneath his weight, a second, and be embarrassed.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)