[ Her eyes narrow at him as she blocks a blow, barely managing to bite out a response: ]
Didn't realize we were on a friendly level already.
[ This entire encounter has been wild so far, she thinks - she's never run into another vigilante of Nightwing's caliber, much less had a 'friendly spar' with one. As far as White Tiger knows, she's the biggest act there is on the Korean field of vigilantism. It's undeniable that it's the work of those like Nightwing, though, that first spurred Hana into action, into essentially taking on a third identity.
The thought is enough to distract her that when Nightwing lands a kick into her side, she's actually winded - even as she quickly realizes that he was holding back. Otherwise she'd have toppled off the edge of this rooftop instead of landing on her back the way that she had. She doesn't have a second to dwell on it before she sees his eskrima sticks emitting arcs of electric energy. Under her breath, she mutters an expletive or five in her native tongue as she leaps back onto her feet, all the while splitting her staff apart so that they retract back into her own eskrima sticks and then even further for holstering at her hips. She manages to leap again just as Nightwing comes in with a flurry of electrifying strikes, dodging and rolling as she reaches for another item -
a whip of sorts that sparks to life as she lashes out at him with it, glowing with a blue energy that very much mirrors the shock effect of his batons. ]
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Didn't realize we were on a friendly level already.
[ This entire encounter has been wild so far, she thinks - she's never run into another vigilante of Nightwing's caliber, much less had a 'friendly spar' with one. As far as White Tiger knows, she's the biggest act there is on the Korean field of vigilantism. It's undeniable that it's the work of those like Nightwing, though, that first spurred Hana into action, into essentially taking on a third identity.
The thought is enough to distract her that when Nightwing lands a kick into her side, she's actually winded - even as she quickly realizes that he was holding back. Otherwise she'd have toppled off the edge of this rooftop instead of landing on her back the way that she had. She doesn't have a second to dwell on it before she sees his eskrima sticks emitting arcs of electric energy. Under her breath, she mutters an expletive or five in her native tongue as she leaps back onto her feet, all the while splitting her staff apart so that they retract back into her own eskrima sticks and then even further for holstering at her hips. She manages to leap again just as Nightwing comes in with a flurry of electrifying strikes, dodging and rolling as she reaches for another item -
a whip of sorts that sparks to life as she lashes out at him with it, glowing with a blue energy that very much mirrors the shock effect of his batons. ]