Jeanne-Marie couldn't help the small smirk that pulled at her lips as she managed to knock Havok off his feet. Sure, the entire blast hadn't hit him, but it was good enough. Dust rose into the air, obscuring the ground beneath her. She couldn't see where Havok had landed, and began lazy circles, waiting for him to show himself.
Her back was turned, and while she might've been able to dodge the blast Havok had generated had she been turned in the proper direction, she unfortunately was not. The sound alerted her to danger, Aurora spinning in the air, trying to figure out where it was coming from. The blast hit her center mass, forcing her backward and flailing toward the ground. She landed hard, the pain taking a moment to register. Once it did though, Jeanne-Marie groaned, pushing onto all fours.
This was ridiculous. They were pretty matched, and able to attack from long distances. Jeanne-Marie contemplated calling the match, but her pride was a little wounded. She got to her feet, moving at a normal pace through the dust and toppled ruins. Her eyes squinted through the dust, looking for Havok. Maybe a little hand-to-hand would prove to be something one of them could win.