"That is why we don't taunt 'roided-up tweakers, Power Man," she pointed out helpfully and barreled into the closest one. The hormones were already taking effect, some getting denser or faster. One poor bastard's eyes suddenly glowed and started melting everything around him. He hollered and tried to cover his eyes, the floor under him buckling and melting. She flew towards him, grabbing him by the sweat shirt and bouncing him against a column to knock him out. "After tying a blindfold on him, she turned around and cracked her knuckles. "Who's my next wanna be?"