Hit Girl, whatever her feelings might be, had to put them aside. Sure, this guy looked daunting as hell, and she was likely to get bloodied up a bit, but she wasn't about to be daunted, not now.

She took a breath, then finally spoke. "Big Daddy, set up."

Set up, the barrier jacket replied, and hit Girl felt the pulse of power, the staff appearing in her hand. A costumed girl with purple hair and a barrier jacket was in itself a fairly rare sight, but it was not these things that made one pause. It was the clawed right hand she had, a reward for lasting out Alex Mercer.