Ryomi Fiett Leitannia vs. Bloodshot (Match 1)

A tennis ball sized globe of energy traveling a thousand feet per second, give or take a few hundred, would do a lot more damage than any fastball. So much more, in fact, that any human getting struck by it would probably be lucky just to keep their body intact for the funeral. Of course, there was always the option of cremation. Which would thankfully make the point moot.

Unless, of course, the aforementioned energy globe didn't transfer kinetic energy like normal matter did, which Bloodshot realized must have been the case when his right hand snapped up to "catch" the small blue globe. He'd allowed the momentum of his strike to carry him full circle, and when his eyes caught sight of the attack he reacted on instinct, he didn't have time to think it through. Only after the orb struck his hand did he realize how close he'd been to breaking every bone in it, or at least making it sting for the next three days. A projectile traveling at that velocity should have hit ten times harder than it did, but for some reason this girl was pulling her punches. That puzzled him for a moment before realization dawned.

She thought he was just a human. Wearing some fancy armor, sure, but just a plain old human nonetheless. At least she used to. The fact that he'd even been able to react to the orb told her he was a lot faster than any normal human, but at this point that would be all she knew. Smiling slightly beneath his mask, he shook his hand as the little blue ball disappeared, as though to wring out the sting left behind by catching it. In reality, he'd barely felt the impact, but the less she knew about what he could do, the better.

The staff in his left hand retracted, and he straightened from his knees-bent, muscles-tense, ready-for-anything stance. "Neat trick. You're faster than the reports claimed. Care to come down here and make his an even fight? Not all of us can run away into the sky, you know."