Dark Star all but rolled her eyes at the sound of the voice outside. A tiny part of her had wanted someone to show up, simply because she liked a good fight and a chance to show off her powers and kick someone’s head in. However, instead, what she got was one of her least favourite people in the city, the living embodiment of overcompensation and inadequacy issues, the Judge. Self-important, self-righteous, anal and, above all else, no sense of humour.<br/><br/><em>Couldn’t it have been some joke, like White Blade or Massive Man? Why this jack-off?</em>She sighed to herself as she considered her options. She was in here, he was out there. He could easily figure where she was and what she was up to, as she had left a pretty obvious trail behind her. He was probably waiting out there with his compensatory crossbow thinking he could skewer her or the like. Certainly, at range, he had the advantage.<br/><br/>With a colossal heave, she finished what she had been working on, yanking the vault door off its hinges with a massive, grunting heave. However, rather then throw it aside, she instead held onto it... and span, before releasing it like a massive discus, scything through the internal wall and back at Judge.<br/>