"Still running!" Clawed fingers tearing through the air you occupied a moment earlier, if you hadn't been as fast as you are, she would have hit. As it is, you still have to throw yourself backward in a daring maneuver that almost sends you over the edge as the follow-up kick almost grazes your faceplate.
Interesting.
It's a momentary snapshot, but your suit captures it all the same. There's something off about Lady Argent's foot; you can see the strangely shaped grooves that now cover the sole. You don't remember having those when you possessed her body. She's got more tricks up her sleeve than you knew. Maybe you're not as much at an advantage up here as you thought.
It's not the height that's the problem, it's the fact that your maneuverability is limited, and that's one of your assets. Since she doesn't fear heights and isn't in danger of slipping, you're better off relocating to a more advantageous part of the battlefield.
You bring out her legs from underneath her in one fluid swipe. Her claws scramble for purchase, but you follow up with a kick to her face, sending you both plummeting back toward the bridge. You've got jump-jets to slow your fall. She doesn't.
A flailing silver marionette with her strings cut. You savor the burst of frustrated fury transformed into blinding pain as she slams into one of the cars below.
It doesn't even break her skin, but you still smile smugly beneath your helmet as you land, safely out of her reach, all elegance and composure.
"You've gotten better," she admits as she untangles herself from the wreckage. "Not that it will matter." Her smile is all hungry shark as she moves in close, striking as you parry, moving like your shadow, impossible to shake.
"You've certainly gotten stranger." There's a feeling there that it takes a moment for you to recognize—a connection.
"You have no idea," she says with a wink. "Now, let's have some fun."
Have some fun? Your helmet renders the look on your face unreadable, which is probably a lucky thing right now.
Focus. You need to focus. You can't let yourself get carried away. You're not sure what Lady Argent is up to here, but you are certain that one of the key components of her plan includes beating you to a pulp.
You can deal with that.
"Think you can keep up with me?" she hisses, and you can feel her thoughts coalesce into the next movement. You choose to be elsewhere at the last second, not letting yourself be drawn into the counterattack she's clearly expecting.
"Of course I can," You leap back to gain some distance between the two of you. You can't make any mistakes. She knows your moves, and you know hers. The first one to slip up will lose. "You're good, but I'm better."
"Bold words." She keeps her eyes on you, moving her head like a snake, her mind open and pliable. "Let's see if you can live up to them."
"Bring it," you say, beckoning her to get closer.
And she does. One step at the time, walking closely, a hungry smile on her lips. Your instincts are screaming at you to move, but you don't. That would be letting her win. You're not going to flinch first.
Let's see how this goes.
One more step. Two. Lady Argent is close now. Close enough that the reflections in her face begin to include you. Twisted. A shadow of the self that you know.
"You're not running," she observes, a small, pleased smile on her lips.
"You're not attacking," you retort, thoughts rushing through your mind, unable to find the right course. The LDPD will be here soon, but you don't think she's stalling for them to have time to get here. It's almost as if she's expecting something….