The screeching of metal on metal was both loud and annoying as the police car was dragged out of the pile Artemis had made of them, and he half-turned his head to regard the occurrence while still keeping the bird-lady in view. It clearly wasn't the bird-lady doing the car-moving, which meant there was either a new player or it was the other one. The one with the metal hand. "Interesting." Focusing his willpower inward to enhance his own strength, durability, and speed, Artemis took one step back, planted his foot, then launched himself into the air, straight at the bird-lady.<br/><br/>The car swept harmlessly by beneath him as he propelled himself toward the flying opponent, and his left fist drew back to strike as he drew near. The speed at which he moved was equal to that of her first attack, and the punch he aimed at her jaw carried twice the force of her initial kick. She began to fade from sight as he came closer, but at the speed he was moving she would still be partially visible when he reached her and delivered his blow.