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Christine jumping in caused Franky's smile to grow wider, prompting him to strike another pose, this one more disco inspired with his finger pointed at the sky, but as soon as he snapped into position a bolt of lightning shot out of the finger, reaching for the sky. "You bring the heat, I'll bring the thunder. Heart of the storm baby" Franky said, excited now as he dashed forward flicked his baton at Fran again, upping the voltage this time. He had to be careful doing this, his heart-rate spiked each time he used his powers. His record during training was a million volts of power at once, but the heart attack that followed was far less impressive.

Regardless of whether or not the attack landed this time, Franky kept going, going now for hand to hand combat. He knew she'd kick his ass for doing this, but he was relying on his friends to keep his pulse going. That, and if she touched him she'd be shocked, made the risk worth it in his mind. Once he was close, he swung his baton for her sides, wanting to end the fight but not necessarily kill the woman. This could be a misunderstanding, and if so this woman had the right to figure her business out before things got too far. The blow would still come with electricity behind it, as much as his last blast. It didn't take as much effort to conduct as it did to project his power.

"Fran, even your name is two thirds away from greatness. This is a fight we don't got to have babe, not that its not going to be a blast. But we're all superstars here, right? Why not bask in the glory of our badass selves and let it be what it is?" Franky said, continuing to swing the baton about. He wasn't a trained martial artist, but he'd been in his share of street fights and knew how to swing a club. If the woman didn't back down, he might have to sacrifice his trip to town in order to keep the compound safe. Plus chicks dig battle scars.