"Tsk--!" Dizzy clucked her tongue as the lead security guard ducked back reflexively.  The tread of her shoe missed his face, instead planting itself against the broad steel plates hidden under the ballistic fabric of his vest, blunting the kick to nothingness.  Still, she kept her momentum going, switching her mental footing from acting to reacting, ducking as one gun was swung like a club at her temple.  One of the men dropped his gun onto its shoulder sling, getting a grip on her arm, but Dizzy packed a surprising amount of strength in her tiny body.  She twisted against his grip before her could lock her shoulder in, a sharp side kick forcing him to stumble back as his fingers slipped from the fabric of her hoodie.  Her elbow dropped down with a dull thud, pushing a heavy gut punch from the third agent off target as she stepped to the side.<br/><br/>At least Amy hadn't seen that, there was no way she'd have taken so long to handle these losers.<br/><br/>Of course, Amy was a metahuman with enhanced strength, but Dizzy had no intention of making excuses for herself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Round Three Resistance</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-19 00:33:19, Dizzy Harper (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139539)<br/>I'm pretty sure that a Resistance Check against Str 1 is DC 11, actually.  Turned out not to matter on this particular occasion.</div></div><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: onyx;"><strong>Round Four</strong></span></span></div><br/>She caught a glimpse of Iron Maiden closing in on the brawl, and it sounded like Buzzcut had somehow caught up to her as well.  ... Well, Dizzy had to admire her cardio if she could make the stairs down to the loading level this quickly, but it was still Bad News.<br/><br/>Then a truck abruptly leapt through the battle field, smashing into the catwalk and tilting it at a precarious angle that threatened to dump the apparent squad leader onto the concrete below.  Dizzy didn't have time to track her though, she had her own fight to finish.<br/><br/>"Who're you calling<em>stupid!?</em>" Dizzy asked with some genuine heat in her voice.  A punch came in fast and she twisted so that it slid over her shoulder, stepping back into the man who threw it and pulling him into a hip throw as she used his weight against him.  He thudded heavily onto the concrete, his full weight comming down on his back and driving the air out of his lungs.  As he gasped, she realized that the spacing between her and her opponents was openning up, she hopped after one, swinging her hips into a rolling sabat kick and driving it into his stomach.  He staggered back into a column, and she turned back to swing a vicious soccer kick into the face of the fallen man from before.<br/><br/>The second guy was pushing himself up off of the pillar, trying to get his feet under him, but the third was there.  The carbon fiber stock of his rifle swung at her again, causing her to lean back and shift a step back, a sharp jab to the ribs following up.  The guy didn't want to give up the advantage of a weapon, and she didn't blame him, but that really wasn't what a rifle was<em>built</em>for.  At least he wasn't grabbing it by the barrel and swinging it around like an ape.  Dizzy put her palm up, catching the rifle butt and pushing it down as she hopped up, driving the crown of her head into his nose and rocking him back a step.  A blind strike lashed out for her, but she weaved her body low and threw a kick into his instep which slid over the smooth floor.  He barely caught himself before his own weight dragged him into a painful split, and she rewarded him by twisting her body around and driving her elbow into his temple.  His eyes rolled up as he fell to the side, at least sparing him the split.<br/><br/>She was off-balance when the second guy got back in the mix, his arms wide, looking to get ahold of her again.  She could see the cage forming around her to lock her arms against her ribs, and instead dropped down and out of the trap, rolling across the floor and between his legs.  He managed to reorient in the time it took her to pop back to her feet, and Dizzy recognized the stance as a variation of shoot wrestling.  The guy had probably competed in high school, the lunge for her leg as he tried to pin down her movement was textbook perfect.<br/><br/>So was the way Dizzy drove a knee into the bridge of his nose, though she was cribbing her notes from Muay Thai for that one.  The man's full weight drove him into the knee strike and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes, Dizzy hopped to the side as he sprawled out, bouncing on the balls of her feet, keeping limber and looking around for her next opponent.<br/><br/>Dizzy flinched as a gunshot rang out, the report echoing off of the hard surfaces of the loading zone around her.  She saw Scarab recoil back, one of her telekinetic barriers glowing with energy even as her friend was clearly hurt.  She didn't see any blood though, small mercies.  Dizzy tossed the knife she was carrying aside, the thing was making her too self conscious of what her right hand was doing, she needed something she'd actually<em>use</em>.  She grabbed a textured steel handle out of the pocket of her her hoodie and flicked her wrist down sharply, two more sections telescoping out and locking into place.<br/><br/>"Scarab, you okay!?" she called, turning back towards Iron Maiden.  She wasn't just going to dump her mess on Esther and disappear into the confusion, but the longer they delayed here the greater the chances of them having to deal with reinforcements would be.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Standard Action</strong>: Unarmed Attack vs Minions (Power Attack Maneuver to trade 1 Accuracy for 1 Damage): Taking 10 to Hit<br/>Toughness Rolls already made.<br/><strong>Move Action</strong>: Draw <em>Club</em>.<br/><br/>... <em>Kinda</em> tempted to tweak Dizzy's numbers to drop the club and shift Dizzy to pure unarmed, but without Power Attack that's crazy talk.</div></div>