Garrison wrestled with Mongrel, his superhuman strength preventing the hulking woman from overwhelming him with her four arms. Garrison worked his hands together, clasping them together in a greco-grip in order to prevent Mongrel from manipulating his elbow joints. As they continued to struggle for control, he unclasped his hands before springing up and smashing a rising elbow strike into Mongrel’s jaw. Although he threw it from the bottom position, the blow probably would have shattered a normal person’s jaw and caved in their face. Almost simultaneously he used his legs to leverage against her hips in order to create distance and an opportunity to get back to his feet.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Aimpoint just shook his head as he surveyed the contained creature, not sure what in the world he was looking at.<br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Alright Doc,”</span>Aimpoint grunted,<span style="color: #FF0000">“Do whatever you need to do, I’ll watch your back.”<br/></span><br/><br/>Kira took a deep breath before replying, doing her best to calm her nerves.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“No thanks, I’m not really hungry.”</span>She said, “<span style="color: #FF80FF">But some games could be fun.” </span>