Paul's heels embedded themselves in the ground as his target was yanked out from under him. Stumbling until he was flatfooted, Paul growled angrily and searched for her with a few quick turns of his head. Standing a few moments, furiously searching for his quarry, Paul gesticulated wildly, his arms thrown every which direction.

"You running? I didn't even have time to kick your ass! Dumb Fritz bitch!" Paul shook his hand in frustration for another minute or so.

[i]She couldn't have gone far, I'll catch her, I just gotta find out where she went, probably hiding in a ditch like the commie she is.[/i]

Turning his head one more time, he noticed the other fighters pushing an armored car. Had they captured her in there? Was her weakness armored cars? Gliding over, he slid himself under the truck and out the other side because it looked cool.

"You happen to know where the commie bitch went?" He said, leaping to his feet. He moved to the driver's side door and floated in over one of the heroes, entering the back by punching his way through the barricade. Looking around, he was disappointed not to find the woman. Flying back out disappointed, Paul sat on the hood and dangled his leg.

"My question still stands."