Buttercup’s attack was relentless and now that she had the advantage she was going to make the bitch pay tenfold for that sneaky first blow. Even if her face was as flawless as ever, the Powerpuff knew she was feeling it, although probably not in the manner she expected. As the dust swirled around them and debris dropped from the roof, Buttercup’s only focus was each punch with the only disturbance coming in the form of a soft poke from beneath her. She ignored it at first,<em>knowing</em>it to be a bit of rubble that just snuck under her, but it seemed to be as stubborn as her attack, poking her butt in an ever annoying manner as it wedged itself down there.<br/><br/>Unwittingly, the dark haired heroine slowed her attack as she rolled her butt over the offending object, trying to push it out from under her, but it simply popped right back between her cheeks as if on a spring, pushing back with each shove against it, a little 'stiffer' and more obstinate than before. Finally, frustrated and realizing it wasn’t just a simple piece of debris, Buttercup tried to raise herself and look to see what in the world was going on, opening herself to attack but too arrogant and curious to care. She couldn't believe she was risking the fight for... what? But it was driving her nuts!