The teenage girl-hero raised her right arm high, and slapped hard Blitzkrieg's inadvisedly readily-available bottom. She held a stack of bills in her hand and clutched onto them. Misfit had slapped the right cheek of Blitzkrieg's rear, and the girl, still bent over with her head in the safe, opened her eyes wide in shock and panic, involutarily raising her head. She withdrew and, expecting to find her adversary on her right side, she turned in that direction and let fly a flash of lightning from her glove. No one was there! So the girl turned to her left and instantly fired at what looked like a phantom, but Misfit was quickly disappearing, uninjured by Blitzkrieg's attempted strike. Misfit was gone, and Blitzkrieg was totally confused; she looked to the right and the left, but there was no one present! But in a second young Misfit reappeared, again on Blitzkrieg's left side, while the bad girl, seemingly, scratched her head in confusion, looking to her left. Misfit, rather mischievously, tapped Blitzkrieg softly on her left side.