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If the presence of the chibi senshi was making the villain's blood boil, well, his presence made this chibi's blood boil.

Why were all of these damn supervillains so insistent that she needed to go to bed, or stop fighting, or find teams or work with others or attack them in some way--

And really, he was calling her a midget? Didn't he have anything better to start out with? The supervillain's choice of words left something to be desired, considering he went with that offensive nonsense. ... Also, how short did he think she was!? The doctor had said she was five-foot-five the last time she went, which was only about a week ago, so there. Anser was not only no longer a child, she also wasn't even short anymore. She didn't think she looked like a child, either. Hadn't thought she looked like a child for years, really, and she was certain she was more mature than most of these people...

Was it just the aura she gave off?

-- Anyway, she couldn't let him think that he was making her think, because he was a villain, and she had both read and learned that supervillains never actually listened. She wasn't going to let herself be baited into a conversation again.

"I'm not pretending. I've saved lives."

The laughter made her roll her eyes and cross her arms. Supervillains, right?

She waited for him to get over himself and quit his monologuing, quit going on about how he was going to beat the s**t out of her or kill her or something. It wasn't the first time Anser had heard these threats. Frankly, she was fairly sure it wouldn't be the last.

It seemed that the supervillains took either one of two paths. Either a, they just tried to beat the s**t out of her in the first place, or b, they pretended that they actually cared about her in some way and then tried to choke her to death. There was one particular supervillain she was thinking about when she thought of that imagery ... though it seemed that this agent may have been similar to Stillwaterite.

Anser snorted.

"You good?" asked Anser, quirking a brow. "Because not only have I saved people, I think it's gonna be you who's gonna get the s**t beat out of them."

And without another beat, she ran towards him, bending her body down and aiming at his gut with the intention of knocking him down.

Why the s**t was he--?

When his arms came around her, Anser expected him to try and throw her down or throw them both down or maybe attempt to suplex her. What she wasn't expecting was to be pulled in a hug that didn't seem to be shifting. Why was he hugging her?! Anser didn't make friends with supervillains. She was, after all, a superhero, and she had it proven to her already that satisfying their urges to talk was just going to end up in problems.

Anser made an annoyed noise akin to a growl, managing out a, "That's because I know what I'm doing," clearly annoyed at the assumptions that she was too small for this, too weak for this, couldn't handle this because she was too young for this, and moved to punch at his stomach instead.

If he was going to keep her this close, fine. She'd make him regret it.

Easier access to his gut this way, and he was already coughing--

While the temptation was strong to stick out her tongue at him after he insisted on calling her a brat, she resisted.

She didn't have much time to give in to the temptation, though, considering he was -- trying to grope her? What the s**t?! Anser opened her mouth to scold him for being so handsy be handsy with someone his own age but, instead, whatever he was attempting to do just ended up with him on his a**. Maybe he learned his lesson before she even needed to speak up--

Wait, he was trying to go for her starseed?

She had seen a couple starseeds by now, at least, mostly in the hands of supervillains who were trying to steal them from civilians. She supposed it made sense she had one agents could get to too, but his attempt to grab it from her failed. Was it because she was a superhero, or was it because she was a special superhero? Either way, she did finally give in to the urge to stick her tongue out at him, advancing back towards him and intending to stomp her heel on his stomach.

Yup, definitely didn't scare her.

"Nothing's wrong with my starseed! Something's wrong with yours, though!"

At being called a disgusting anomaly, Anser just grinned.

Even if his was supposed to be readily available and hers wasn't, it just meant that hers was better, right? Hers was protected from all that grabby groping stuff he was trying to pull and this guy's was not, which meant it was weaker than hers, right? And plus, he was Chaos, anyway. His starseed was full of Chaos, or at least, that was how she understood it. Hers was full of Order, so hers must have been better than his.

Obviously. She was the superhero here after all, and he was the supervillain.

...Was it full of Order? Was that how it--

"Play dolls? Psh, nah." The closest she got to playing dolls was spending way too much time in RPG character creators. She rarely even started playing the RPG once she was done actually designing the character. "And also, I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving until this area is safe."

She grinned.

"So you can leave!"

Yankee?

That's what this supervillain was going with?

Man, his insult game was weak. Weren't supervillains usually supposed to be better at insulting than that? She looked at him a little incredulously for just a moment, but only a moment, quickly taking his challenge with a grin growing on her face.

"Okay!" She'd show him. "Mother Goose!"

And with that, Anser finished breaking the distance between them, arms swinging with the intention of punching him wherever her five foot five height allowed her to reach. If he wanted to get beat up, she was determined to, well, actually beat him up...

Anser was pushed back a bit by his swatting, but his swearing drew a victorious cackle from her lips, even as she had to regain her balance. She got ready to throw another punch in his direction when he hissed that he was going to leave.

Oh!

That meant she won!

Hah!

The grin on the chibi's face was practically from ear to ear. "That's it! Get on out of here!" For good measure, she lifted a leg in an attempt to kick him away from her. Even if it didn't connect, she didn't really care. He said he was going to leave. Her job as a superhero was complete! Well, for one night. Well, for one encounter that night.

A superhero's work was never done.