"Hate to break it to ya, pal, but you don't get to decide anyone's improvements," says Iman with a bladed smirk, dropping down to the ground and stepping up match Rush's distance from the assailant. She jerks her head toward the man, never taking her eyes off the man-shaped abomination, cause smugness and witty jibes aside, he's obviously a force to be reckoned with.

"That's Nicholas Rush," she says, "my name's Iman Asadi." She drops into a little crouch, prosthetic arm extended back in an exaggerated windup, preparing to launch herself forward. "You fucked with the wrong city. Prepare to die."

Energy crackles from her artificial limb, creating a waveburst she can ride, launching herself at Nhodd with an inhuman speed that'll hopefully surprise him, swinging the arm forward with an aim to slam it into his face.