You blast the car's left tire, and it veers off the road. It slams into a telephone pole. The driver swings open his door and stomps towards you.
"What do you think you're doing? Do you know how much that car costs? I was hitting the brakes, you moron! I wouldn't have hit her! You're going to pay for every last penny of damage that you've caused, and-"
You fire a warning blast at his feet, then point your hand at his head. You concentrate, and your hand begins to glow softly.
"Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy, pal. I was just leaving. Have a nice day!"
The man holds his hands up and slowly walks back to his car. He gets in, then speeds off.
You pull a lolly-pop out of your backpack and hand it to the little girl.
"Don't tell anybody about this, okay? Now, go on and play with your ball."
The little girl nods, grabs the candy and her ball, and walks back to her house.
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