The original skateboard has undergone three major modifications and is now completely different from what it once was. I believe Dr. Hoffman may not even realize that the technology was originally developed by him.
The main body has been redesigned from a flat surface to a V-shape, with a larger front and a smaller rear. The operator is positioned at the front. Upon entering flight mode, a fixed structure extends from the fuselage to secure the pilot's legs and waist. In theory, this allows for more daring aerial maneuvers.
The Green Goblin possesses enhanced physical abilities. He operates the skateboard relying primarily on his agility, performing sophisticated tricks. Initially, he may have been forced to use the skateboard, but over time he adapted, and now it feels almost instinctive to him. On several occasions, he displayed an impressive integration with the machine. However, to Thea, it seemed recklessly dangerous—like bungee jumping. One moment of blurred vision or a misjudged landing point could lead to a fatal fall.
Cautious by nature, Thea values her safety above all. She customized a mounting system to keep herself securely attached to the skateboard, even if it restricts lower-body movement. Safety always comes first.
The base of the skateboard is embedded with distributed chrome magnets. When the main control is activated, it emits a downward repulsive force that opposes the Earth's magnetic field, causing the board to levitate. With sufficient output, it can reach altitudes of over 1,000 meters.
By adjusting the direction of the magnetic repulsion, long-distance flight becomes possible. The entire system runs on magnetic energy—safe, non-polluting, and low in energy consumption. Of course, if Earth were ever to lose its magnetic field, Thea could plummet—but that would be a matter of chance.
As for weaponry, Thea mentioned that her recurve bow can shoot arrows at 91 meters per second, with an effective range of approximately 150 meters and a firing rate of up to 30 arrows per minute.
High-tech weapons are useful in some scenarios, but given their limited resources, bows and arrows remain the practical choice—they're eco-friendly, silent, and still effective.
Later that night, the two headed out. Thea donned her anti-gravity suit, sat in the pilot's seat, and strapped herself in. Suppressing her excitement, she softly said, "Start," while Felicity watched her closely.
The skateboard floated silently into the still night air.
"Yes!" The mission was a success. Thea pumped her fist and smiled at Felicity.
"Thea, your vitals are stable," Felicity said, holding a tablet that monitored Thea in real time. "Your heart rate is slightly elevated... probably just excitement. The initial test is complete—let's move on to the next set of data."
They began by testing maximum altitude. Unsure of how many radar stations the city had, they played it safe. Although the board could reach 1,000 meters, they capped the test at 100 meters to avoid detection.
One hundred meters was more than enough—the height of a 33-story building. Ideal for urban operations.
Next came the speed test.
"Speed up, Thea! 80 mph—no signs of discomfort."
"Increase to 150 km/h—still good."
"220 km/h—blood flow's up, but your heart rate is holding steady."
"300 km/h—Thea, that's your limit for now. Don't push it."
Thea eased off the accelerator. It seemed her current threshold was around 300 km/h, though she believed she could improve it with training.
The sensation was incredible—wind in her face, the thrill of speed, freedom in the air. No wonder people loved racing; it was pure exhilaration.
She flew a low-altitude circle around the city at 50 meters, preparing for a calm ride with Felicity. Unexpectedly, Felicity showed signs of a fear of heights, which made Thea laugh affectionately at her.
The following days would involve night patrols for them—and, perhaps, some action for the criminals still active in the shadows.
To maintain a low profile, Thea threw on a red leather jacket over her anti-gravity suit. The high-tech material drew too much attention on its own. She had considered wearing a bulletproof vest, but it made her look too bulky, so she opted for lightweight fiberglass plates on her back instead.
She tied her hair up. Cutting it short would be more practical, but she wasn't ready for that yet. Pulling the hood up, she glanced at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she looked like the old Thea—before everything changed.
Instead of a mask, she chose infrared vision goggles—more discreet and functional. The lenses, made from bulletproof Lexan resin, offered clear vision and added protection.
With her bow and arrows, a sword, and a samurai dagger, she stepped into the night, under Felicity's hopeful gaze.
Despite all her preparations, Thea soon realized she had overestimated the threat level. Star City was unusually quiet. The streets were empty, and with no pedestrians, crime seemed to have vanished. It was as if local gangs had enforced a ceasefire.
Frustration crept in. All the money and effort she had invested suddenly felt wasted. Maybe she should've done more research beforehand.
While she surveyed the city, Felicity's voice came through her earpiece: "Thea, there's been movement. Frank Portinal's men are after someone—Michael Esther. Do you want to intervene?"
Could this man be related to Helena somehow? In some stories, overprotective families would go to dangerous lengths. Intrigued, Thea replied, "Where?"
"At the western intersection of Cypress Street. They're speeding. Be careful—they're armed."
Thea climbed to 100 meters, confirmed the direction, and accelerated. Soon, she spotted two cars in pursuit. The rear car was shooting at the one ahead. The gunfire echoed through the quiet night.
It was clear the attackers were in the trailing vehicle. Michael didn't seem like a fighter; he wouldn't last long on his own.
Thea pulled a cryogenic arrow from her quiver—tipped with high-concentration liquid nitrogen. She wasn't looking to kill—just neutralize the threat. She had no personal stake in this. If she could help, she would. If not, she'd move on.
She took aim—at the wheel of the pursuing car.