Of course, him taking his time gave Selina all the time she needed to shift to... high-density or anti-phasing or whatever the hell you called it. She still wasn't sure. Harder.

His claws (and how she wished she had her own right now) couldn't do much damage to her in that state, glancing off her skin. The right cross she aimed for his jaw was like getting punched with granite.

Do the damage and get clear. That was the plan. She could only stay like that as long as she could hold her breath.