After having recovered on the Watchtower, Jenn had had J'onn teleport her to the nearest scene of battle. A Princess of Saturn did not run.
For a moment, the emotions threatened to overwhelm her. The anger of those too powerless to fight back. The avarice of the looters taking advantage of the situation. The fear of those who were being slaughtered. The will of the heroes. The hope they inspired. The sense of compassion from those who stopped to help another. And the love of so many here.
She stored the energy, using it to power her psychokinetic blasts.
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