One lesson Cissie had learned early on was that even people who normally didn't run fast could run fast, and generally did when they were being chased. Especially if they were being chased by a costumed hero, which just happened to be the case here. It was a phenomena that needed more study, Cissie decided as she chased the guy, grabbing her handheld crossbow out and shooting off a web ahead of him.
Effectively it blocked off his point of escape and forced him to turn back towards her. And he didn't look happy. He started running at her, yelling that he wasn't going in without a fight. She just smirked, calling back "Well if you insist!" before moving into a handspring and landing behind him. She did a calculated leg sweep, sending him off balance and gaining the upper hand. This guy? Clearly not a fighter. He turned and took a swing at her, something that she tried to duck and wound up clipping her shoulder throwing her momentum off, so she did what anyone would do: She kicked him, hard in the crotch. And it was rather effective. Not her best or most shining moment in a fight...
The guy hadn't been much taller than she was, and clearly was out of shape. So this had been an easy fight. Her trainers growing up had been tough, but she still needed more refinement. If this had been a serious fight she probably would have lost. That was the problem with having no one to spar against anymore... how could you get better without a partner?
The man was struggling against the binds and moaning. And in truth she felt a little bad, not because he was in cuffs, but because she may have just impaired his ability to have kids. But still, she frowned down at him but didn't say anything. She needed to call 911 and get them picked up...