She felt a metal hand close around her arm and tighten, agony splintering out from the contact point. Hissing against the pain, she twisted as best she could without the damn suit ripping her arm off, planting a kick in the center of Iron Patriot's chest.

Normally, an attack like that would be a joke. But Selina had gotten better at using her newer power in a fight. Being tough had always come easier to her than letting go, after all. So she'd shifted to higher density before the kick landed, meaning the impact had the force of something much harder than mere human flesh.