She's about to land a finishing strike when her target evades her nimbly and manages an unavoidable retreat. Teleportation has got to be the worst superpower anyone could have. Absolute bane of her existence.

She sighs and picks herself up, wincing a bit at her minor scrapes. She'll be fine, just a little dent in her pride, as usual. She looks back at her phone and lifts her eyebrows.

Ready for more, she sends. This one's scampered off to lick his wounds. She starts heading quickly for the indicated intersection. She's not too far off, as B must have known.