She'd been in motion since the bastard let go of her arm, but her was too fast for her to evade the blow completely. And even a glancing blow from that thing hurt like hell. It just didn't take her head off completely.

Selina went down, somehow managing to avoid landing on her bad arm (probably broken, from the feel of it) blood from a cut in her hairline dripping out from under her wig.

Get up get up get up get up... echoed through her head and her vision danced in and out.

But she knew she didn't have time for that. She went for a leg sweep instead, managing to pull just enough concentration to phase it. Wouldn't knock him down, of course, but should fry the electronics in the suit's legs. Maybe buy her a little time.