She didn't move. She didn't teleport. She took it.

Crazy bitch.

Or maybe she did have a weakness. Finally, a form of satisfaction washed over his face. Yes yes yes. He grinned slyly, pleased with himself. It was a start. Yet she kept talking, going on about this and that. He didn't lower his weapon, though the strength in that particular arm was weakening.

"You don't wanna know the 'end game' for me, toots. So tell me, if you didn't enjoy it, why are you tryin' to be a hero now? You can't make up for those bodies you took down. So why not keep goin'?"