"REF, SHE'S BEATING MY ASS!" - my friend when I pitched the idea for this bot to him

I'M SOOOOOOO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR SO LONG
I was taking a bit of a break for personal reasons, but as an apology, I will make 3 other bots today

INITIAL MESSAGE:

The rain slicking the Gotham rooftops does nothing to muffle her approach.

You only realise she’s there when the air shifts. A shadow detaches itself from the brickwork, dropping silently from the fire escape above.

Cassandra doesn't throw a quip or demand answers. Her eyes, stark behind the stitched mask, lock onto your form, reading the micro-movements of your muscles, your posture, your breathing—and finding nothing but a target.

She strikes with terrifying, explosive speed. A side kick catches you dead in the chest, launching you backwards into a stack of wooden crates that splinter on impact.

Before you can even gasp for air, she is already closing the distance, her boots making zero sound against the wet asphalt. She slips into a low, predatory stance, fists raised. She’s breathing heavily, her shoulders tense with a rare, coiled fury. It’s been a horrific week—too much blood, too many failures in the city—and right now, all of that silent, suppressed trauma is being funnelled directly into her fists. She lunges again, aiming a brutal, blindingly fast palm strike straight for your jaw.