Post by Gladys Hayden on Dec 8, 2016 18:03:28 GMT
Wounds would have to wait it seemed. After being pulled to her feet, Gladys was about to slip on one of her power gloves and turn it on, only to instead have the giant man rush past her and proceed to wrestle the bull down. The medic frowned for a moment; men always had to be showy it seemed. She made a mental note to check the man for a concussion later as she walk off, rushing to the man that had unfortunately been in the path of the beast. She kept one eye towards the animal as she worked, just in case.
“No pulse…” she muttered. Seems the bull had hit something important, leaving this man gone already. Nothing could be said of it as she turned now, wiping the blood off on her pants. She slipped each hand into a power glove as she walked over to the angry bull and the giant wrestling with it. While Krunk may have stopped the bull from rampaging around, he did not stop it from squirming and trying to break free again.
Flipping on the power switch for each hand, the mechanisms whirled to life, the faint sound of hissing steam being heard from them. She flexed her hands for a moment, wrists straining under the weight of these machines, which covered her hands up to nearly her elbow. She came up beside Krunk and reached out to take the bull by the horns, appreciating the nice handles this animal came with. “Let go, step back,” she ordered, gritting her teeth as the steamwork came to life, giver her strength behind her hands. As soon as the giant man let go she turned and twisted her body around, pulling the bull into the air for a moment before slamming it back down on the ground. Steam hissed from her gloves, nearly blinding her before it dissipated, revealing a panting bovine lying on its side on the ground. Its eyes were bloodshot and it did not try to move now. Gladys wasn’t going to let go just yet, however. “Get some rope, tie it down,” she ordered now, to whoever was closest to her. The animal was better off alive than dead, even with a few of its ribs broken.
“No pulse…” she muttered. Seems the bull had hit something important, leaving this man gone already. Nothing could be said of it as she turned now, wiping the blood off on her pants. She slipped each hand into a power glove as she walked over to the angry bull and the giant wrestling with it. While Krunk may have stopped the bull from rampaging around, he did not stop it from squirming and trying to break free again.
Flipping on the power switch for each hand, the mechanisms whirled to life, the faint sound of hissing steam being heard from them. She flexed her hands for a moment, wrists straining under the weight of these machines, which covered her hands up to nearly her elbow. She came up beside Krunk and reached out to take the bull by the horns, appreciating the nice handles this animal came with. “Let go, step back,” she ordered, gritting her teeth as the steamwork came to life, giver her strength behind her hands. As soon as the giant man let go she turned and twisted her body around, pulling the bull into the air for a moment before slamming it back down on the ground. Steam hissed from her gloves, nearly blinding her before it dissipated, revealing a panting bovine lying on its side on the ground. Its eyes were bloodshot and it did not try to move now. Gladys wasn’t going to let go just yet, however. “Get some rope, tie it down,” she ordered now, to whoever was closest to her. The animal was better off alive than dead, even with a few of its ribs broken.