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How Katya use's Razor Wire:

Razor Floss
He is not a seamstress.

 

"The softest thing in the world dashes against and overcomes the hardest; that which has no [substantial] existence enters where there is no crevice."
— Lao-tzuTao Te Ching

 

Razor floss is when any long, thin material — string, thread, fine wire, etc — is used as a weapon with Absurd Cutting Power. Odd as it may sound, strings can become deadly weapons in the right hands. Besides restraining enemies and even controlling other people's bodies against their will, or triggering traps, they can be pretty handy for cutting. In many works of fiction, one skilled enough, can use strings to cut opponents or even boulders, without hurting themselves. Naturally, monsters of the humanoid arachnid variety can usually be counted on to be using this trope.

 

Fantasy settings generally have this type of string made of human hair, while in more modern ones it's probablymonomolecular wire. In series less reliant on the Rule of Cool, the wire usually manifests as garrotes or tripwires, with varyingly messy outcomes.

 

What the audience sees usually amounts to Sword Lines sans the sword. Can be counted on to inflict an absurdly Clean Cut on its victims.

 

In reality, cables and metal wires can be used to inflict not so clean but still pretty nasty wounds, provided they are of the right material and/or sufficient force is applied.

 

Compare Whip Sword and Killer Yoyo. Subtrope of Absurd Cutting Power.

How Katya uses energy sheild:

 Projectiles are deflected around her, but this means that her shield can't protect others because it deflects the bullets behind her.

Lasers are also deflected, but more tha 4 direct hits will short it out, and it will have to recharge. A strong enough projectile like a tank shell, explosion, or rail gun, can knock it out instantly.



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