Settling this like gentlemen wasn't really how Bobbi saw it playing out, however close to pissing himself Hammer was. It started with threats, it continued with threats, and Bobbi didn't like to be on the receiving end of all of the threats. She had threats of her own that she planned on having a long life to doll out. She narrowed her eyes as Justine clutched at her cheeks in horror, tensing and counting the weights she had managed to gather in her hand, waiting for Magneto to drop his hand a fraction with his easy win over Hammer's weak bladder.
She was fast, she was damn fast and she knew that, but there was no telling whether she was fast enough. Not until she tried it, anyway. In a smooth move, she flung herself into motion, throwing her arm out ahead of her as she ran to send a single, bullet-sized weight hurtling straight toward the centre of Magneto's brow, carrying the motion and leaping as her arm reached the top of its arc to balance and push off of the edge of an overturned table. Midair, she watched the weight glance off of the shield. Okay, well. Three feet over Magneto's head, she came falling back down to earth with her weighted fist raised to slam down on his shoulder.