Dark Star wasn’t expecting the knife; it was a genuine surprise when it hit her, but not as much when it merely grazed her skin, doing more damage to her costume then to her body. “Ok, that’s cute.” She smirked. “But my skin stops pistol rounds. Gonna have to try harder then that, jackarse.” Hopefully that would deter him, but she doubted it. His tiny little ego – and tiny little dick – wouldn’t allow him to be beaten by a woman, even a seven foot one who could throw a tank. “Besides, a real hero wouldn’t be sooking around; he’d have the balls to come to me like a man, not a scared child.”<br/><br/>“So let’s shake things up” She swung around again, her hand slamming into the ground, sending a rippling shockwave through the floor towards him. A second blow followed it, followed by another and another, the woman pounding the floor in what would look like a temper tantrum if she wasn’t so terrifyingly strong and powerful. He’d either have to get out of its way - and ruin whatever attack he was planning – or get thrown up, slammed to the floor and run the risk of the chunks of roof she was shaking loose.<br/>