Coldcock the Bitch!

Lois sprung up, hands balled into fists. The immortal sorceress' purple eyes widened briefly before the reporter's left slammed into Circe's chin that snapped her head back like it was on hinges. As she tottered, Lois stepped forward slammed an overhand right into the witch's temple. The purple-haired woman staggered, then fell backwards, striking her head against the wall and sliding to the floor to lie on her back, legs spread.

Panting slightly, adrenaline tingling through her, Lois edged close to the prostrate woman, who wasn't moving. Carefully, the reporter nudged the woman's thighs with her toes, but Circe lay there, eyes closed. Lois could see the silk panties outline her cameltoe, and an idea struck.

Could be faking it. Lois thoughts were running quick, fired by adrenaline. Only one way to be sure...

Winding back her leg, the reporter stepped forward and slammed her foot into the **** woman's crotch. Pain shot up Lois' foot and leg as she made contact, but it was worth it. The kick hit with so much **** that Circe's whole body was lifted up and tossed a solid foot away. The eyes fluttered, but when the sorceress landed, it was as a limp ragdoll.

Still wary, Lois inched over and knelt beside the woman. Dark bruises were already forming on Circe's face. The reporter's fingers slipped down onto the **** villain's neck, feeling for a pulse...and found it.

Lois let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

Okay. I just cunt-punted a god-level Immortal Greek sorceress of myth. She allowed herself a smile. Went down easier than a Gotham whore. I'm amazed Wonder Woman has much trouble with this one...