It swirled around her, and her arms faintly shook over the warm heat that pushed along them, brushing gritty sand along her skin.
The vision swirled, and her eyes squinted, where one part began, another ended.
She paused just in time to see a flicker of light, almost translucent, and she couldn't help the faint smirk that started to light up her face as she stared ahead of her.
Ladybug was a quick thinker, had always been, so it didn't take much for her to swing into action, trying to figure out where the 'Martian' was hiding his faded newspaper article that kept his Akuma hidden.
Somehow, time had plopped a firm believer in Martian life, in an utopia where all of his dreams lay, had ended up either transplanted or informed that they had discredited that old report.
Ladybug only felt a cold tremble spread over her skin when she realized that with the added illusion, there were creatures nearby, some looked dangerous.
Bright green fins that acted as wings, buzzing creatures fluttering all around her to sudden life, and she suddenly felt nervous as she watched a small monkey like creature with black feathers that acted like a thin skin over his arms to protect him from dangerous gases moved closer to her with red angry eyes.
"Achoo!" Cat Noir sneezed, a faint tremor overtaking his skin, and she felt the undeniable urge to step closer and soothe his allergy even though she knew better.
"Lucky Charm!" Ladybug screamed, watching a toy helicopter drop into her hands, and already trying to come up with some way to stop the Akuma using a toy helicopter and whatever she had around her.
No one stopped her when she charged the monkey, already looping the blades of the helicopter over his jet black feathers, and spinning the monkey around like a live projectile, knocking him against the Martian's stark white suit, hiding sickly green skin that peeked out at all of the worst parts.
The Martian promptly tried to catch the monkey and drop to avoid it all at once, screaming when the helicopter blades got caught on his suit, tearing it apart, making the Akuma drop his newspaper article as if he was slowly being poisoned and absolutely destroyed, because he believed he was regardless of whatever was actually happening.
Ladybug walked up, grabbed his old newspaper clippings, and tore it into two, purifying the Akuma and wiping the illusion away with apparent ease.
"Sometimes scientists can be wrong, but with all that there is out there, don't ever give up hope." Ladybug smiled, hoping that it will soothe the ache of whatever happened to the man for him to give up his old dreams.
"Thank you, Ladybug." Is all that he says in response, but the teenager doesn't mind; every thank you lights up a small yet solid joy in her heart, the idea that she could have helped someone out, made their life better somehow, by just doing her job that she used to believe she wasn't qualified for.
"Pound it." She smiled a bright smile before she turned around and headed home, thankful for the chance to go home and relax, and yet glad to have helped someone out regardless.