With no effort the man managed to send the droid flying. Just how easy it seemed to be was what surprised Ashley the most. A bewildered look came over her face and she shifted her gaze from the scrappy Übermensch to the wall bound robot. “Damn, nice hit.” Frankly, Ash was just happy she wasn’t on the receiving end on that kick. It was clear that this fight was far from over however, considering that the guard bot still looked operational. If they were lucky, maybe some of its interior electronics got displaced when it crashed into that metal slab of a wall, but that was just wishful thinking more than anything. 

No matter. Nobody ever said that breaking out of a prison made for super criminals would be easy. Finding her claws inadequate, Ashley retracted them and made something a bit more viable, a slugger fit for the baseball diamond. With a demented smirk, the girl muttered, “Batter up.” And scanned the area for potential targets. She came to notice the actual flesh and blood individual in an Illwood Correctional uniform and gave her already red lips a lick at the sight of fresh blood covering his flesh. Daydreams of caving his skull in, spattering his brains on the walkway, and licking the residue from his corpse littered her mind. It had been so long since she’d had a good drink after all. 

Only when her companion mentioned that this man may have powers did Ashley consider that maybe attacking the guard outright might be a bad idea. “Maybe he has tricks up his sleeve, but maybe he’s just average? What do you think, I doubt he’d be able to take us both down…”