Samantha was relieved that the bladed chain had sailed past her before she had crashed into the Spectre. Once she had pinned the woman and trapped her arms above her head, it became immediately apparent that she possessed no super strength. She could not budge the Sentinel and the hero let herself smile. Despite the cloying mist, the battle had been short and with little collateral damage beyond the shipping container and the wall it hit. Besides, big companies a had "super" insurance these days. The hood falling back made Samantha cringe. Not because of the way the other woman looked, she was actually quite attractive if unusual looking, but because of the black smear from her nose down her face. Clearly she lacked any superhuman durability. "Good, we agree that the fight is over. Not be good and don't struggle. I will deliver you into custody and once you are rendered harmless we will get those injuries seen to."<br/><br/>The intensity of the gaze that the Scythe Spectre shot her halted Samantha in her tracks and the words made her eyes-widen slightly. "A dose of the what now?!" She said, feeling the very effects the other woman mentioned. She felt her superhuman strength waning. Even without it she was in peak physical condition but she could feel the loss. It was terrifying. The feeling of being so vulnerable was only a dim memory and as athletic as she was she was no match for the villainous woman with her powers intact. She tried to hold the woman down, and due to her position straddling her, Samantha managed to do a good job but she was simply waiting for the feeling of those chains ripping through her flesh. Too late she noticed the chains coiling around her arms.<br/><br/>"They wouldn't do that. We... We protect people." The woman that was so confident only moments before seemed to have that confidence desert her along with her powers. The quiver in her voice was evidence of her alarm although she was trying hard to hide it. When the chain tried to pull her arms up, Samantha struggled and resisted, clinging to the Scythe Spectre's slim wrists. Her teeth grit with the effort of resisting the chains but inch by inch she lost the battle until the woman under her twisted her wrist free of the Scarlet Sentinel's failing grip. The redhead struggled futilely while staring down at the villain who seemed very smug all of a sudden.<br/><br/>The growl of equal parts desperation, anger, and despair escaped her throat when her arms were drawn up over her head, causing the already tight front of her hero costume to strain over her breasts. The position and the villainess' comment about her looks were making Samantha nervous but even though she was in a bad position she had to keep fighting.  "Look, I-I don't know what you're planning here but it would be in your best interest to let me go." Without her power to back up her words, the 5'4", pretty young woman was really having trouble looking in any way intimidating. So all she could do was stare at the hooded woman and wait for whatever way to come.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>