By sheer

Sophie: "Kindly observe."

You know that your transformation granted you some form of superhuman strength. You did manage to break your bedroom window by screaming, after all. However, you've never really tested your strength to its full extent. With overflowing, bountiful confidence, you gracefully saunter over to one of the lamp posts that the musclebound hothead has so helpfully twisted into a knot.

Sophie: "Just a regular knot? Tsk tsk. Didn't they teach you anything at girl scouts?"

You don't know whether this will work. You have absolute, undying confidence that it will work though. You place your paws onto the twisted metal, and try to bend it.

And the lamp post bends like a pipe cleaner in your hands. With an oh-so-smug grin on your face, you first straighten out the metal pole, and then twist it into a figure eight knot. You step back to admire your handiwork, and relish in the puzzled expression on the other woman's face.

Sophie: "How about that?"

Musclewoman: "Oh, get real! The metal was just fatigued after I distorted it. If you really wanna impress me, let's see you crush a diamond."

The woman lobs a small diamond in your general direction. Without blinking, or even turning to directly face her, you nab it out of air with your tail. You bring it up to your eye and inspect it against the daylight.

Sophie: "This lil' thing? Ain't no biggie."

You raise the diamond up to where your human ears used to be situated, and hold it in place with your flopped ear.

Sophie: "Watch closely now."

The musclewoman leans in close, and to her dismay, sees how you plainly crush the diamond into a pile of dust with nothing but your cat ear.

Sophie: "Betcha even you couldn't do that, huh?"

Musclewoman: "Alright, I've seen enough. One-on-one me, dipshit! Let's settle this superwomano a superwomano."

Sophie: "You really call yourself super? Eh, maybe to a regular human."

The musclebound lady throws a supersonic punch directly at your face. With your catlike reflexes and astounding flexibility, you're able to dodge it with little to no effort.

Now she attempts to flash-step you, and targets your midriff. This attack you also dodge by crouching forwards at a precise moment, the punch flying over you. She tries to kick you; you balance on top of her foot and make a bounding leap upwards and land on top of her head.

Aggrivated that she cannot get a grip of you, she tries to grab your legs with both arms - with some dizzying legwork you avoid capture dozens of times within seconds, sometimes even leaping off of her hands. She is fuming: if you didn't have toe beans, you'd probably burn your feet on her forehead.

Musclewoman: "MAHTLARMROTEHERMOTHERFUCKER! I'LL GET YOU!"

While she' still ineffectually clawing at the top of her own head, you gracefully land right behind her with a backwards somersault. You recall Dr. Coitus telling you that a person with Muscular Hypertrophy would have to weigh at least ten tons, due to the incredibly dense musculature. So you deliver a wall-shattering kick right in the middle of the woman's back, just barely enough to topple her over.

Before she has time to react, you pick her back up again using your tail. Strong as she is, the musclewoman is helpless in trying to wrest herself free from your muscular appendage.

Sophie: "Had enough?"

Musclewoman: "Hhhnnng! HRNRNRNN! What are you!? How are you this fucking strong?"

Sophie: "It's called 'being a catgirl'. You should try it sometimes."

You tighten the coiled tail around her, and she audiby recoils in pain.

Sophie: "Now I want you to be a good girl from now on, you hear? If you do one (1) more crime, I'll come back and I won't go easy on you, understood?"

Musclewoman: "U-understood... Pl-please let me go already..."

You release the woman, and she gasps for air.

Sophie: "While I go and handle the others, why don't you make yourself useful and bend those lamp posts and fire hydrants back into sape, huh?"

Musclewoman: "Y-yes, ma'am."

Success! One down, two to go.