"Two if you throw me properly," Steve said with a wicked edge to his smile. Most of the hitting people had been taken on by others, and while Steve was many things (including sweet), the kind of business they'd dealt with today got his blood up and running hot, fingers itching to punch someone. Several someones.

"Diana, you take Steve," Clark said, since her aim was almost uncanny, "and I'll take Jim. Kara?"

"I'll fly solo. Sand's got his own transportation."