((ooc: Hey in the second paragraph you kinda started controlling Molly a little bit there. It wasn't too bad so I'm not upset but just try to watch the godmodding in the future. I know it's challenging in a fight rp.))<br/><br/>Punch, lunge, kick, dodge, block, punch again, haul off and wail. Molly kept it coming at impressive speeds and with amazing determination. That was just the kind of girl that Molly was. She'd never really been very good at giving up and crying about it or whatever. She rushed, and pounded and attacked blow for blow, but like, the dude, well, DUDES got faster and stronger. They hit her hard and in pretty painful spots. Beads of sweat were beginning to build on her brow and for like point two seconds, Molly was beginning to worry that she was way in over her head. Okay, so maybe she walked into all this kind of knowing that she was. Maybe that was about the most unwise decision she'd made in a long time. Logan would have been pretty pissed at her. Typically, Molly tried to reserve her powers for when she absolutely needed to use them because they tended to take over her control of the situation. In her trance, she became even more thickheaded, but boy could she pack a wallop!<br/><br/>Sometimes ya just had to shut your face and fight. Molly didn't really retort or push the issue. Obviously this jerkwad wasn't going to release the name of his clients until she beat them out of him...whichever him that was supposed to be. As much as she was trying to stave off the trance, Molly didn't have a lot of choice when she missed her chance to block a pretty strong pommel to her temple. She was sent careening to the ground for a moment, her eyes shutting tight as her orientation began to blur and fail her. That state of flailing surprise, however, didn't last very long. When her eyes opened again they were glowing a bright pastel pink, and it was pretty clear that whatever mental state she'd been in moments before was simply not present any longer.<br/><br/>Her hands curled into fists and they slammed into the concrete on either side of her fallen form. That concrete was pretty much graced with two fist sized potholes and a ton of powdered concrete as she got back to her feet. Any hits to her person, slashes, punches, whatever, they all just sort of seemed to bounce off of her as she was rising. Her expression contorted and she reached for the nearest available person/clone ready to quite literally hurl them into the nearest brick building throat-first...and she could too provided her reaching hand met such an unfortunate throat. In her current state she could have quite literally ripped someone in half if she so chose.