Dark Star shook off the worst of the hit, managing to get to her feet, braced for the next assault. Powerman had the advantage, and he’d be a fool not to follow through and plough her under while she was off-balance. Raising an arm, she readied herself to block his next attack, knowing that it was inevitable. Inwardly, however, she was loving this; the chance to face off with one of the city’s most dangerous was too much to pass up, and certainly was a chance to see what she could do.<br/><br/>So she was more then a little surprised when he stopped and hovered, demanding her to stand down.<em>What? What kinda guy starts a fight and then says ‘hey, let’s stop, okay? He’s got more then that!</em>She shook her head, putting her hands on her hips and smirking. “Oh no way.” She began, her voice slurring with confidence. “I don’t go down that easy – or at all. You want me, you gotta come get me. Or... maybe I’m too much for you to handle.” Her voice was full of cocky confidence, spurned on by the desire to fight.<br/>