Re: first floor somewhere
She made the right choice, at least in part, because direct physical fighting was not a strong suit of his. He was the type to be on the fencing team or water polo, not boxing or playing any contact sports. He hired people to do his work for him. If he had power like this, keeping his distance was all he needed. He understood his limitations so when she came right at him, he tried to back up, but by then she was already on top. Their similar electricity abilities seemed to go back and forth, him manipulating it back at her, and her absorbing and returning it. He tried to grip her hands to keep her from breaking anything, but it wasn't his body.
Much like before when in the middle of an emergency, his body kicked into gear. Instead of reacting to wires, he was reacting to her. He gripped her arms and the electricity seemed to change, the crackling less and now his fingers on her started to heat up. It warmed and warmed and then it started to burn. Lightning turned to brilliant light and heat. He knew there was a word for this, in the back of his mind, but it was fictional, it wasn't meant to exist. She managed to smash his face in more than a few times, but now his skin was hot to the touch. Who knew how much power this body truly had? It felt limitless.
He knew contact now was going to be difficult for her, the heat from his body lifting, and then a blinding light flashed. It hurt his eyes too, and it gave him the chance to kick her off and scramble to his feet. There was only one violent incident he'd been in worse than this, and that one got him dead. He was much less afraid now. The hotel knew what it was doing. Light rippled around his body and his face was bloody but he was still smiling. "Nothing personal," he told her in a very condescending way. And then he blasted her with heat instead of electricity.