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"Not sure why your're complaining." Laura spat blood, and a fragment of tooth, free from her mouth as she spoke, the pain of the already regrown backup pushing through her gums enough to sharpen her tone through the slight lisp momentarily created. "Isn't trying and failing to beat up on teenagers something of a family speciality?" In truth, Laura wasn't usually one for the cutting remarks some New York heroes were well known for, but for now it served a purpose. While she healed, she could at least still be a distraction. Laura's senses had already picked up the presence of her ally, and the creeping earthy smell of the tide of ants.

She didn't wait entirely for the spear wound to heal, although it had mostly knit closed by the time she lunged. The twin claws of both hands extended in a forward strike, almost a repeat of her previous attack, without the lunging benefit of the vehicle to propel her. She banked on that small amount of underestimation she had already noticed, acting the inexperienced combatant she truly wasn't. Not all knew quite how long she had fought alongside Logan in the shadows against their creators.

At the last moment, she sweapt low, brining into use the main difference she had from her gene-father, the pronged tip of her foot claws aimed first for the Kraven woman's leg, the tip of the claw working to extend the sweep of her leg. She could have done so without the claw at all, but after the spear injury she wasn't particularly inclined to save her foe the cutting pain, as she looked to sprawl her distracted foe to the ground.