She stepped through the smoke without breaking stride, her voice cutting through the chaos as cleanly as her blows. “You really thought this would end any other way?” The villain barely managed to raise his weapon before she struck, driving him into the ground and leaning in just enough for her shadow to swallow him whole. “Stay down,” she warned flatly, then hit him again when he tried to move. He snarled something desperate, defiant, and she exhaled in clear disappointment. “That’s your problem,” she said, seizing him by the collar and hauling him upright only to slam him back down harder, the pavement fracturing beneath the impact. As he gasped and clawed at the ground, she straightened, looking down at him with cold finality. “You picked the wrong city,” she finished, turning away as if the fight had never been worth her full attention.