You win easily

Shelly swings a punch first, but you duck and land an uppercut on her jaw. She is knocked up in the air and lands in a stack of empty cardboard boxes.

You are tempted to taunt her but you decide against it. You rush over and pick her up off the ground in a throat lift.

Shelly is squirming and kicking her legs. Your steel grip is too much. You extend your arm, lift her high and ask,

"I want answers right now, Shell. What is in that box?"

"Ok, ok. I'll tell you everything. Don't hurt me. It's just a pair of handcuffs, it was meant as a distraction, so I could trap you", Shelly answers.

"How could you expect to trap me, can you feel my grip? Pretty dumb plan. Enough of this, where is Emma?"

Shelly told you where Emma is hiding and that she planned to capture you. She wouldn't give any more information so you left her with the police. The cops sent the handcuffs, in the lead box, to a lab for examination, but it could take them many months to make their report.

**

Later that night, you are spying on a mansion complex. It's in a thick forest, near the mountains, on the edge of the city. You can see Emma with your binoculars and it looks like she's getting ready for bed. You decide this is a good moment to swoop in and arrest her.

You wait until she is sleeping and climb through her window. She hears you as you stumble through and is angry to be woken up,

"Nobody wakes me. Especially not the pathetic Hero. Although, I have been chasing you and now you're in my lair. This is last time you get in my way. When will you learn that I can't be stopped?"

You don't answer as you hurry over and grab Emma by the wrist. Her hair is a mess. She is dressed in a lingerie gown. You pull Emma to her feet.

Surprisingly, Emma breaks free of your grip. You notice she is wearing a sparkly purple ring on her right hand. Her manicured nails are a matching color. You feel a bit dizzy for a moment. The ring is so shiny, like Shelly's handcuffs.

Emma raises her hands up with her palms facing you and dares you to a game of mercy. The rules are clear. The opponents stand facing each other. You must lock your foe's hands in a grip with your own hands. You then try to bend their arms, hands and, or fingers into a painful position. You can't move around the room. The winner is the one who makes their opponent beg for it to stop first.

You're surprised Emma is so confident. You think she might still be dreaming. You agree to play along, wanting to make her shout for mercy then bring her in for questioning.

You and Emma hold each other's hands and wrap your fingers together. Emma's hands are slightly bigger than yours. You're shocked at the power of her grip when you feel her squeeze. She is staring at you in anger with her tired eyes.