B.B. HP: 93
Roll To Hit: 1 (miss by a county mile)

B.B. smirked as she stepped to the side just enough to avoid the first shot, feeling the wind of it's passing as it whirred by her. If Ruby thought that Hood was going to be caught off guard by her big ol' weapon also being a rifle she was in for a rude awakening, as the mythological poacher had been briefed on the basic weaponry and abilities of each of her marks.

Dipping back into her basket, Hood rooted around for the proper tool to return fire with. If this Huntress wanted a shootout, she'd be more than happy to-

The Darkhunter's eyes widened in shock as her world spun, the sole of her opponent's boot sinking into her face. Her head snapped to the side and her body instinctively rolled with the blow, sending her tumbling across the ground from the force.

Her momentum eventually coming to a halt, B.B. managed to roll herself back up to her feet and once more squared off against the Huntress. Wiping a trickle of blood from her lips with the back of her hand, Hood bared her teeth (still holding onto that cigar, somehow) and gave Rose a sneer.

That trick with the gun recoil was *not* in the dossier. When she got back, she and that fancy man were going to have a *talk*.