Corentin stood at the broken window looking down at the damage, exhausted from the fight but satisfied none-the-less. The room was a disaster area with shards of glass and damaged walls throughout the room. The flash-bang left a pretty mark on the carpet as well. Looking over at his partners, Tom just coming to and looking groggily at the area. "Damn bastard never said anything about flying furniture. I thought you said this was just one guy?"<br/><br/>"Well it was, kinda. You watch any of those fights recently? I think this is that champion chick." Corentin said wearily. "While you two were sleeping I got her subdued though, maybe you ladies can help me get her downstairs?"<br/><br/>"I ain't moving shit with this arm." Marko chimed in, cradling the appendage carefully. "I thought she had you for a second there, should have used the damn flash-bangs sooner if you ask me."<br/><br/>Corentin grinned. "She nearly did. Emptied the whole battery in my staff and my personal taser. She should be dead, but the hulk is still consc-." A crackling sound caught his attention as he looked behind him.<br/><br/>The body of the champion, well and truly subdued, began to crackle with energy, visible sparks gliding over her body as if conducting the electricity from the very air. "Uh, Core? I think you might have tased her too much." Marko spoke wearily, backing out of the room. Not one to be intimidated by the unknown, Corentin approached from his position near the window. The phenomenon only increased with time, more energy spiraling around her like a storm. The lights dimmed and shorted out, and general chaos surrounded the champion.<br/><br/>As if a second flashbang went off, light and a thunderous boom flashed through the room, knocking Tom and Marko out, and leaving Corentin dumbfounded, holding his ground and shielding his eyes. He got his staff ready once more, and the image he saw after that would shock him for weeks to come.<br/><br/>There she stood, breathing heavily and a look in her eye that was wild and powerful. Corentin froze.<span style="font-style: italic">'What in the world is she...' </span><br/><br/>She gave no time for such thoughts, and barreled forward without any warning shoving him aside as if he was no heavier than a curtain blocking a doorway. One more window being added to the damages as she leaped out, shards raining down to the street once more.<br/><br/>Corentin sat there on the ground staring. Not at the window where she left, but where she once stood. The markings where she was subdued were caused by no flash-bang on his belt, and after what just happened, it was the only clue he had. He took out his phone, but everything electronic in the room seemed to be shorted out, no good. As a last resort he sketched quickly in a notepad right before he regrouped with Marko and Tom.<br/><br/>"What the fu-"<br/><br/>"Don't ask, I don't have the slightest damn clue. We need to get back to the station and report this now, lets move." Helping them up, Corentin and the two others quickly made there way back to the S.W.A.T. vehicle and raced back to the station, avoiding all conflict with the press thankfully.