She might of have heightened reflexes, agility and strength but it didn't mean she didn't feel pain. Each time her fist made contact with his masked face she felt the vibrations of sharp pain travel up her arm. After a couple shots she knew that it would be sustainable and was clearly not doing as much as she wanted it to. Cipher had to figure out how to get the helmet off, or work around his armor. This was a novel experience for her, having someone fight back and actually be worth the fight. Her eyes scanned the head and neck of the helmet for some sort of release button but in the few seconds she had she wasn't seeing anything.<br/><br/>Taking the punches to her ribs, she winced each time but not enough to adjust her stance over him. If blunt force trauma wasn't going to penetrate his suit she had to go another route. The suit stopped her blows but would they protect his joints. Reaching out she grabbed onto his left fist as he swung at her, catching it mid swing. Gripping tightly to the wrist she slid off his chest and onto her back, wrapping her legs across his body, one at his neck and one at his chest so his left arm was between her legs. Cipher then wrapped an arm around his wrist and locked it in with a tight grip of her other hand before leaning back and yanking his arm with her into an arm bar. Locking in she would find out relatively quickly if she had the potential to break his arm or not. Regardless, the hold gave her some time to think of her next move.