<i>Contact. </i>John did feel a bit of pleasure as he felt his palm sink into her tit, but he also felt a bit bad about hurting her and violating her privacy. But this was combat, and he hadn't violated any of the rules they had talked about, so he didn't feel badly enough to give up his advantage.  Not even when she teased him for touching her there. He made no verbal response to her jab. He didn't want to lie to her, especially after she had already accused him of such, and he also didn't want to admit he'd enjoyed it, so silence was clearly the best response.  Instead he just grabbed a handful of her shirt (unintentionally yanking open her neckline and giving him an even better view down her shirt than he'd had before) and yanked, sticking his foot out. Theoretically she'd have little control, given the fact he had two hands controlling ehr movement, and he'd be able to throw her lighter body over his hip and pin her to the ground, not thinking about what the consequences to her elastic shorts might be if she did so.<br/><br/>Henry King, a.k.a Brainwave Junior, had another reason to hate Courtney. She was a representative of the J.S.A. who had fought...and taken down...his father. So he had been the one to start the idea she didn't belong here, and he had gathered a bit of a following. One member of said following, Pyro, a mutant, was sneaking up behind Caitlin, while Henry himself had chosen Daisy. A third member had joined them, all poised to grab Courtney's staff when the word was given. Henry looked at the two sparring, the center of attention for now, and it looked like Courtney was about to take a fall...the perfect opening to yank down the shorts of her two team mates.