Floating there, just off the roof, Princess smiled darkly as she watche Buttercup rise. She folded her arms under her breasts as she waited, licking her lips as she stared at the other woman. She just tilted her head, as if looking past the other teenager. She licked her lips as if getting ready to say something, but no words came. She had no reason to speak.  No reason to let up on the relentless attack she would be going through.<br/><br/>She shot forward, her body moving with incredible speed, even by Powerpuff standards. Her left hand shot out, aiming for Buttercup's midsection. As the open palm strike came forward, her body twisted. Her right leg shot around, in a knee aimed at the back of the raven haired girl's head. It was a kind of pincer attack, one she'd learned from years of martial arts training. And that training had kept her alive when she'd been in and out of prison.