Hit Girl's eyes didn't leave Drake's. Something about this unnerved her: was this how she looked to her enemies when they faced her? Cold, unyielding, ready to kill them?

Probably. And you know what? Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

"When in doubt?" Hit Girl shrugged, and then a REAL gun, Overlord Zetta's waylaying killing gun, was in her hand. "Go big."

And now Drake was going to get a blast akin to a rocket launcher.