For a moment, Kathy let herself get distracted by watching Eliot fight. It was nothing like their spars or practice sessions. He was faster, yes, but more also far more brutal. Instead of the smooth economy of movement he used to teach her, here, Eliot swung with his full measure of power, holding nothing back, the next punch as grimly inevitable as the tides.

That was how the kid--Vanko, she recognized him--managed to get so close, almost halfway up the alley before she noticed him moving.

"Vanko!" she shouted, vaulting over the edge of the fire escape. "Don't even think about it!"

No, she wasn't in her gi. Or her mask. Nor did she have her weapons out. But that wasn't going to stop Kathy from having Eliot's back.

...Regardless of what he thought about it.