[center][h2][color=skyblue]Sonika[/color] - Denver Skyline[/h2][/center]

It wasn't surprising but Sonika still found herself disappointed when Furnace was able to stop himself from being suffocated. The hero seemed determined to make this encounter as annoying as possible. But this did give Sonika another clue about his power. Most importantly it didn't seem to be something that Furnace could activate immediately, or at least something that took a moment to get up to speed. It was still fast enough to stop her from suffocating him, clearly. [b][color=skyblue]"Don't worry, you won't be hitting me,"[/color][/b] she spoke up, shifting into a fighting stance and changing the positioning of her feet. Though her opponent had two batons, both potentially having more utility than just blunt force trauma, Sonika seemed prepared to fight without the use of her powers.

But of course she still fully intended to use her powers to the best of her abilities within the new restrictions that Furnace creates. It would serve her better if he didn't expect it though. Worst case scenario she would have to disarm Furnace and beat him with his own batons but Sonika was hoping it would go more smoothly than that. Furnace had to be reactive to prevent Sonika from using her powers, meaning she could bypass his defenses. A blast of air and he would be falling to his death off the roof. Or perhaps a very precise burst could just put a hole through him entirely like a bullet. But the key to these attacks would be the element of surprise. If he expected it he could react quicker and save himself. And surely Sonika wouldn't be able to try the same trick on him twice without wasting her own time. So for now she slowly approached Furnace with her fists raised close to her face. One step at a time she would continue until she was just outside of her opponent's reach. With those batons she had to let him take the first swing lest she risk getting a concussion from a well-timed counterattack. She needed Furnace to lunge forward towards her.

That was when she would strike.

[center][h2][color=orangered]Cassidy Hendricks[/color] - Yet another street[/h2][/center]

The young girl did what the thief told her, for the most part. She didn't quite understand why he wanted her to hide in the crowd. If anything it would seem that being seen by so many people would be a good thing because surely nobody would attack them in broad daylight with so many witnesses. But Macavity's tone suggested more that they may be identified and followed rather than being confronted, which was probably far worse for Macavity as the sanctity of his safe house could be ruined. Either way it was bad for Cassidy, whether she was attacked now or followed to be attacked later. Clearly the thief knew how to get out of this situation so she didn't question his judgement.

Until they got to the apartment building. [b][color=orangered]"Your safe house is just an apartment?"[/color][/b] Cassidy spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper so as to not draw too much attention. [b][color=orangered]"How is that safe at all? Wouldn't there be a paper trail or something?"[/color][/b] Before she could ask too many questions she realized that she was beginning to sound a little too interested in the details. What position was she in to be questioning how a criminal conducted himself? And why would she want to know about how he's been getting away with his crimes? Most importantly: why would he tell her how he's been getting away with everything? Macavity didn't even answer yet and Cassidy began feeling foolish for asking about his safe house. [b][color=orangered]"Like... I don't know. I just figure that cops or supervillains or whatever wouldn't have a hard time finding a regular old apartment..."[/color][/b]