Hmmm, X-Cel is at least competent into beating someone into a bloody pulp. Ouch, a near perfect set up by X-Cel. The next hit will be brutal...perhaps the intense pain and the near incapacitating hit will be distraction enough...Sarah smiles. Just as X-Cel's fist connects in a critical fashion with Riese's face, Sarah skillfully clips the phone back onto his waist, anticipating his reaction to the pain. The female spy will then retreat away from the brawling duo with the rest of the crowd, hoping her actions aren't noticed.