The sudden impact of fist on flesh rocks Trish back on her feet... but her guard holds, and pretty much all the force of the blow is misdirected.<br/><br/>As the woman vanishes again, Trish's eyes narrow. Something ain't right here...<br/><br/>"Alright, bitch... you wanna play..." Whatever method the woman is using to blink in and out of her sight, she's got at least one weakness... she reappears every time she takes a shot. So all Trish has to do, then, is get ready...<br/><br/>"Lets see you hit me again! C'mon!"<br/><br/>The courier clenches her fist, sending a charge through the shock glove and waiting... and when the woman next appears, she'll lash out in front of her in hopes of catching the bitch square in the chest...<br/><br/>((Attack- 5 Hits))