Types of Shouts:
Of the Thu'um exist different variations, different Shouts. Through decades of dedication, rigorous learning, and training (see Greybeards for more information) even a mortal can learn a handful of Shouts that extend from just force into the manipulation of fire, ice and in rare cases, will itself. Many wielders of the Thu'um, most notably the Dragonborns of old, were able to create many new Shouts that control the sky and even teleport themselves around Skyrim.
Samara stood on a building adjacent to the Embassy. Apparently, this 'villain' has taken hostages hours prior and everyone is powerless to do anything unless his demands were met. The so-called Justice League had yet to make an appearance, though the Dragonborn cannot understand why.
"Laas Yah Nir," She whispered, her eyes flashing violet and honing on the building. Able to see passed the windows and steel, the Dragonborn saw many huddled figures on the third floor – the hostages, she assumed – with five guards on the same floor and six on the ground level. Looking up, she saw that there were two men on the roof, guarding that entrance as well, not like she'll use it.
Backing away from the ledge, Samara prepared herself to jump, a shout already bubbling in her chest until a voice spoke from behind her. "Um, what are you doing?"
Turning around, her Aura Whisper already dimming, the white masked woman faced a young man in a form fitting red ensemble, complete with a white cloak and gold lightning emblem. He appeared to be floating off the ground, slowly lowering himself to the roof she was currently on.
Is he one of the heroes? Samara wondered the same time she answered: "Attempting a rescue."
The young man tilted his head. "And how were you gonna do that?"
"Use my Thu'um to create a Whirlwind Sprint to jump to the fourth level of the building, then Shout the windows into breaking and attract the enemy's attention."
The brown eyed man blinked, raising a hand to his ear. "Uh-huh, right…" He then spoke to himself, hand to ear, "Hey guys, I got some weird white robed woman who claims to make whirlwinds – well, she said she's here to help, but I've never seen her before… yeah… uh-huh. Really?" His expression was shocked before glancing in Samara's direction again. "Hey, by any chance were you ever in Central City and made some robber give you her clothes?" He suddenly flinched, "Well how else am I supposed to know?" He questioned himself.
Samara nodded, causing the man to falter. "Yes. I was in need of the appropriate attire as these ones would draw attention should I wear them every time I go out."
He stared wide eyed at Samara while mumbling, "Yeah, she said yes... Okay, I'll do that." Taking a deep breath, the man then furrowed his brows and strode towards the cloaked woman with purpose. "Ma'am, you're coming with me."
Sighing, Samara realized that this would hinder her quest in saving these people and shook her head. "I simply do not have time for you," She declared. Then with an echoing shout: "Hun Kaal Zoor!" A specter appearing as a Viking warrior emerged from the wind, with a long sword and shield, facing the white caped hero with a grimace. "If you'll excuse me."
"Hey-!" Shazam was caught off guard when the wavering form suddenly tackled him to the ground with a shout, wailing in him with the shield. "Shit!"
While that was going on, Samara managed to conjure a Whirlwind sprint and broke the fourth level window with unrelenting force. Rolling to a stop, the white robed woman kept her sword strapped, intent on not using it on these weaklings; she needed to refine her hand to hand combat anyway.
The whole reason she needed to land a floor above the hostages, was so Samara wouldn't have to use her shout in their vicinity. The white masked girl clearly remembers the time she used Unrelenting Force in one of the Southern villages when she first became Dragonborn, that sent five villagers flying and the City Guard placing a bounty on her. Samara was going to try her hardest not to do it again.
Walking towards the door, Samara was glad her armor was enchanted to deflect damage as suddenly, two of the criminals open fired at her with their mini cannons, metal balls bouncing off and falling to the ground.
Their moment of hesitation was all the white robed woman needed. Without further ado, and with all the gusto of a true warrior from the Nirn, Samara lashed out in a flurry of fists and elbows, catching a man with a devastating uppercut and another with a cross-hook. Relaxing, the brown-eyed woman breathed, enjoying the pulsing of her knuckles, even through the thick leather of her gloves.
Successfully incapacitated, the harsh woman continued forward, rushing down the stairs to the proceeding floor of this glass tower. Opening the door, and with all the stealth to make even the Dark Brotherhood jealous, the white robed woman hid behind the pillars and waited.
When one of the unsuspecting men ventured too close to Samara's hiding place, the woman deftly grabbed him and slit his throat with a hand over his mouth, gently lowering his body to the ground before taking care of the remaining two.
Dashing out, Samara was struck with uncertainty when the two gun wielders took their aim at the hostages, intending harm.
When no other thought struck her, Samara acted on instinct. "Fus Ro Dah!" and immediately regretted it.
The Shout sent the criminals and less than half of the hostages flying to the opposite wall, crumbling in pain and unconsciousness.
Looking to the remaining hostages, Samara was unable to ask if they were alright before a weighed foot struck her on the side of the face, forcing her to slam into the glass window, not shattering it, but it did crack.
Grunting when a hand wrapped around her throat, Samara looked passed the shadow of her hood to glare at a black masked man. His cowl defined with two sharp ears at the top of his head, and while his eyes were covered, she could tell the man was furious.
"Who are you?" He demanded in a gravelly voice.
"I am the Dovahkiin of Nirn, I came to help considering you people were late."
His grip tightened on her throat. "And harming the hostages was you helping?" He asked sarcastically.
"They would have been harmed anyway had I not acted."
The stranger was silent for a moment before mumbling, "And you don't even feel bad about it…"
The Dragonborn scoffed. "And you would have done better? Pahlok." She sneered. "Had I not arrived, you would have dealt with all five and by then someone would have been taken hostage. I do not require your permission to do what is right, nor do I wish for your criticism when something goes awry."
"No, you don't," He conceded. Suddenly Samara found her arm twisted until she faced the glass. "But you are coming in for questioning."
The white masked girl sighed. "Any other time, I would allow this, but considering I have a previously planned engagement to attend tomorrow, I must decline." With her free arm, Samara slipped her enchanted ice dagger out and slashed at the man, surprising him enough for his grip to loosen and her arm to slip. Still facing the window, the woman shouted. "Fus Ro Dah!" And jumping out the shattered window. "Wuld Nah Kest!" She shouted again, a whirlwind appearing and carrying her away, far from the shouts and regretfully leaving a trail of upturned cars in its wake.
Flash zoomed up behind Batman, having checked on the hostages and finding only a few suffered any serious injury from that women's shout. "Well, looks like she can do more than just 'charm' people," He managed, earning a grunt in the affirmative from Batman. "Metahuman?"
"Maybe, but that training she has in combat is too specific, it goes well with her ability." Placing a hand to his com, Batman messaged to Cyborg back at the Hall of Justice. "Cyborg, I want you to find any references to the words she used to power her shouts. We might be able to find something there."
"Sure thing Batman, I'll let you know if I find anything."
Batman looked down at the chaos her whirlwind caused, knowing how unlikely they were to catch her this late in the game. The police cars were scattered, some thrown through windows and even a few overturned. Whoever this woman is, she had no sympathy for the people themselves.
