"Oomph" I muttered as I glared at the guy smirking at me, "Aww, what's the matter sweetheart, done already?", he mocked, "You're nothing but a pretty face, a distraction meant for people while the real agents save the day." Oh, that boy said that to the wrong person, he ain't even gonna see it coming. I looked up from where I was crouched on the floor and smirked, "The feeling's mutual darling, you're just a sexist pig who's about to get taken down a few notches." Before he could reply I swept my leg behind his knees and brought him crashing to the floor with my boot at his neck. I leaned over and patted his cheek and said, "better luck next time sweetheart, but don't worry I made sure to leave your 'pretty face' unharmed, after all I don't want to take all of your opportunities away.