Scott and thugs
Scott reached down and wrapped his hands around the man's neck, slowly lifting him off the ground. "Are there any more?" he asked the man.
"You know the answer you filthy ant!"
"Disappointing," he responded as a snapping noise filled the air. It was strange, a simple motion of his arms was all it took to take a human life. He imagined that by the time he turned around, she would already be done.
Meanwhile.....
"How could it not be its from 1967!" He said, his eyes widening as he watched her turn into a blur once more. "Oh shit!"
The man sneaking up behind her did two otherwise elegant backflips into the air before falling. Teeth and blood erupted from his mouth, splattering onto her shirt. Before he could hit the ground, he was struck by a simple back hand, sending him falling head first into the ground.
The other man simply saw a blur, nothing more and nothing less, so when he was picked up off the ground, he simply stared blankly. The last words he heard were, "You look like a dumpster!" His next sight was the blond's powerful follow through stance as he was flung into the very wreckage he and his team had created with the rocket launcher.
And back to Scott
Finally finishing his turn, Scott smiled as he had successfully thrown off an otherwise successful assassination attempt. Looking at her, he realized, he was still a long way away from his goals.
"Alright Blondie, I'll give you this. You can take care of yourself in a fight at least. Whats your name?" he asked, closing the distance between them.