Day 8: Grey (TT ft. OC)

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The werewolf roared, taking a swipe at Starfire as she somersaulted backwards through the air, evading the monster's razor-like claws.
The lupine creature was easily ten feet tall and broad as a car, covered in bristly brown fur. Raven covered her ears as it roared again, making the rubble on the ground jump and tremble.
"Nothing we do is hurting this thing!" Cyborg yelled, zapping the monster with a wide blue laser beam. The air was filled with the stench of burning hair.
"My starbolts seem to be having some effect," Starfire called, doding another lash from the wolf-man and sending a hail of green energy blasts at it in return. "But they are only doing minimal damage!"
Raven, from her position out of harm's way, took control of an abandonned truck. Lifting it into the air, she shouted a warning before dropping it onto the werewolf from above.
"Did it work?" Robin asked, the others regrouping beside him.
A thunderous growl and the sound of warping metal answered for him.
"Titans, prepare to -"
The truck tore apart, the werewolf dragging itself free of the wreckage.
Its amber eyes locked onto the Titans.
"Scatter!"
The Titans separated. Starfire and Raven shot into the sky. Beast Boy became a rat, scurrying for the nearest corner of the street. Robin flipped backwards and Cyborg rolled to the side as the beast crashed down where they'd been standing.
Great cracks split the tarmac of the street when the werewolf landed.
Robin pulled a birdarang from his belt and threw it. The wolf swatted it aside as is if were a paper plane. It lunged at Robin suddenly, dripping jaws open to tear him in half.
A blur of something bright and silvery whizzed past Robin's head, exploding in the monster's maw with a brilliant flash of light.
The beast reeled, staggering backwards, coughing (a horrible grating noise that set their teeth on edge). It slumped down on its backside, looking dazed.
"Sit, wolfy!" called an unfamiliar, accented voice.
The Titans turned.
A girl was floating in the air just a few meters down the street. She was plain as anything - jeans, sneakers, grey jacket over a not-particularly-strong build. Apart from the fact that she was airborne, of course, and the flickering wisps of silver light that danced in her hands and in the air around her.
The werewolf growled, got up, fixed its beady eyes on her.
"I said sit!"
She flicked her hands, sending twin bolts of silver-white energy at the beast. They collided with its barrel chest, sending it crashing down onto its tail once more. It whined.
"Now stay!"
Clapping her hands together, the girl sent a stream of the same silver energy at the beast. The beam smashed the wolf in the muzzle, tossing it backwards. When it hit the ground, it didn't get up.
The girl clapped her hands, grinning gleefully.
"Good wolfy!" she chuckled.
The Titans exchanged glances along the lines of 'who the heck is this weirdo?'
Robin walked up to her.
"Hey, thanks for the assist," he called up to her. "Would you mind telling us who you are? I haven't seen you around before."
The girl laughed cheerily. When she spoke, Robin recognised her accent as faintly Russian.
"I'm new here, so of course you haven't seen me around!"
She floated down. The dancing silver light around her vanished when her feet hit the ground, leaving an odd glow radiating off her pale skin.
"I'm - well, hang on, I can't tell you my real name!" She laughed to herself. "That would be giving away my secret identity, which I guess is important now that I'm a hero."
The Titans unanimously raised eyebrows and thought that this girl was clearly the weirdest of everyone they'd met so far.
She flicked her long silver hair over her shoulder.
"Hmm, in that case, my hero name will have to do... But what is my hero name?"
She tapped her chin with a long finger, apparently considering the question like a great conundrum. After a few seconds, she clicked her fingers.
"Got it!"
Grey eyes gleamed with excitement. Robin thought he saw a flicker of unnatural light in them for just a fleeting moment.
"Moonbeam. You can call me Moonbeam."

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