Psylocke Peril - Staggered

"This was probably not a good idea" Psylocke thought to herself.
"I've never had good results against these chaps. But I have to press on. Just hope my suit gives me the edge i'll surely need!" She thought as she rounded the corner.
The case had taken a turn for the better, but in order for her to get the info to the Constable, she had to escape from the  Masked Marauder.
She crept and skulked slowly, it was hard enough moving around in her armoured costume. But her buxom body made it near impossible to react quickly or hide properly.
When she thought she had was about to be discovered she would wrap the cloak about her and hide in the shadows, hoping her suit wouldn't glint or gleam. 
"If he minds me I won't last long. Perhaps I can influence him with an illusion, he's not very resistant to things that don't harm his mind directly. I must keep my wits about me, if I get too shaken i'm doomed!"
She moved down the dark stairs as slowly as possible, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Her plan called for her to see HIM first. If she failed at that, he could quickly rush her, and take her down easily.
She stopped a moment thinking to hear footsteps. 


"I'll use my Psychic projection.. that way I can at least scout my escape route!" 
Hiding as best she could in a dark corner and behind some drapes, she focused her amazing Telepathy. She imagined herself outside of her body, taking the form of a butterfly. This form could be made visible or invisible, depending on her goals. This time she would definitely remain invisible. She had no need to speak to her foe, at least until he was in custody. Then she could probe his mind safely, without threat of retaliation.
As her minds projection moved about the darkness, she located what seemed to be a clear path. she noticed nothing out of the ordinary. She figured this would be her best route. The gate wasn't far from there. She should be able to move fast enough to get that far.

Luckily the Marauder was not a flyer or teleporter. He was swift however, and his robes made him less encumbered than she. She'd need a good pace to make that run. Luckily her suit would keep her bosoms from bounding about, but 40 lbs of breast was still 40lbs. She gripped her cape as she shut her projection and began to focus her vision back into her body.  As her eyes focused however she was in for a surprise.
He had found her, fear gripped her as she stared in his masked face.

"Sorry mindwitch, it's time for you to sleep. You won't be going anywhere!" he growled. She puffed out her massive chest in an effort to block him, but a powerful back hand ended her defiance. 
"Aungh!" she cried out as he pulled her to him. Holding her close.
"Tonight Psylocke. me and you will have company. Once she arrives, we'll discuss what to do with you!" He laid the staggered Telepath on the ground. Her head ached, her jaw ached. She went in and out of consciousness. Unable to focus her powers, she could only wait for their mysterious "GUEST" to arrive...