Kick his ass

Even if she managed to get his key, from her experience, Nami knew that running away from this fiend was easier said than done.

So instead, she planted her heels firmly to the ground, electricity crackled from the end of her Climactact as she twirled it between her fingers in a stance.

"Don't think I'm the same weak girl from before!" she said, eyes wary of the government agent's living hair.

Tears poured from Kumadori's eyes. "Oh how wonderful! Such beauty! What sorrow it is that it must fade!" On cue his hair came to life as they coiled into tentacles overhead.

"Life Return!"

The tendrils rained down with striking speed. However, Nami was ready.

"SWING ARM!"

She countered by swinging an arc of electricity at the coils of hair overhead. While the energy and impact managed to temporarily slow the attack, Nami's eyes then widened in horror as she realized that it had done little else.

"A valiant attempt!" Kumadori sang. His hair though now slightly frayed, remained undeterred as it once again made to coil around her body.

In desperation she leapt backwards, pointing the tip of her baton at the mass' center. "GUST SWORD!"

The blast of wind blew her away some distance as well as managing to momentarily separate the gathering of the tentacle-like hair. As her feet slid backward back onto the ground, Nami grimaced as her brain wracked for a way to overcome this peril. His hair was too tough for any of her attacks to break through, and further acted as insulation for her lightning. If that was the case, then...

The tendrils had managed to gather once more, and again they dove with deadly precision down toward her. If nothing else, at least from a distance his attacks were somewhat predictable. With a swing of her weapon, a veil of shimmering air then enveloped her body, leaving the space where she once stood now empty.

_"Mirage Tempo._"

Kumadori frowned, confused as to where his prey had suddenly vanished. His confusion only grew, as dark clouds soon formed overhead.

"Rain Tempo!"

A torrential downpour then began to pour upon the area, just as Nami reappeared on the far side of the room.

The CP9 Agent raised a brow, an amused smile stretched on his face. "Yo yoi? What's this now? Giving me a shower? A little water won't stop my hair from reaching you." To demonstrate, his arms of drenched hair snaked about-face in her direction.

Nami smiled. "I just needed to make sure there was a proper current to that head of yours." She whipped up her Climactact, and with a swing brought down a bolt of lightning from above. "THUNDERBOLT TEMPO!"

Kumadori's eyes went wide as he realized too late at what was coming. His wet hair moved to shield him, but in its drenched state only served as a circuit that connected the flow of energy directly into his scalp and skull.

"Yooooooiiiiii!!!!"

With a final roar of literal shock and pain, the now charred-black officer then fell to his knees. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head, staring blankly upward as smoke rose heavily from his sizzling frame.

As the rain then gently ebbed, Nami stepped back inside. Victorious, it was easy pickings grabbing the key from her fallen foe. On it, was marked the number 3.

Not willing to wait to see how long it would take for him to recover, she then promptly vacated the area. There was a sense of pride building in her chest now. She had just managed to take out a CP9 Agent all on her own! Surely she could manage the others on this stage?

...Her confidence left just as quickly as it had come.

For now, she could either try to find the door and use the key she had, or to be safe continue and collect some more before moving on.