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[color=cyan]"...gonna be honest, Sherlock, I thought the metal arms already gave that game away. But sure, noted."[/color] Automaton shrugged. Relying on external factors like the element of surprise didn't make for a good test, when you really got down to it. Besides, if Sickle actually thought she was here to win, he had a really low opinion of her intelligence. Then again, his type always were arrogant - that wasn't exactly a surprise to her.

What did bug her slightly was that he knew [i]already[/i]. Then again, she'd been at the fight this morning, and there was every chance he'd just caught sight of her there. Still... she wasn't exactly high-profile as capes went. Wasn't like she went around murdering people or anything like that - most of her activity was based around her need to eat, her inability to afford most of the parts she needed for improvement, and the thought of keeping anyone from wanting her head on a platter. Not the kind of things that normally drew enough attention for people to know what her powers were.

But hey, she could worry about that later. [color=cyan][i]Time to get this over with.[/i][/color] And considering her opponent's confidence, her only option was to try and do as much damage as she could before things got too bad to keep fighting.

Darting forwards, she feinted a strike with her left with her actual attack coming from the right, an open palm striking at Sickle's ribs. Without the option to wait and see if the attack would hit, she fired her new weapon, a pulse of kinetic energy from her right hand that would hopefully send him flying across the cage.