Alarm bells should have been ringing. Perhaps they already were -- deep in her perception -- but she was already too riled up to listen to them. There was something ever so slightly off about this one, but she chalked it up to yet another boorish brute. Her eyes rolled, but so did her body. Out of the way of the first attack. Slick, smooth, fast, capable.

And when she popped back up she threw a wicked left hook at the boor's face, informing him: "Bored now. Try something a little less sleazy, next time."