Rachel was more than agile and sturdy enough to handle fighting in the stiletto heels of her superhero costume, but right now she was once again glad she'd stuck with the fatigues and combat boots. It was more than just her personal comfort, psychological comfort, as she had to figure balancing this stinking pile of muck on her feet would be much harder, if not impossible, as pointy heels would probably just sink right into the mud.<br/><br/>By that same thinking, Rachel was prepared to ward off any blows aimed at her with the pointy end of her knife. The muddy form of Elemental was soft enough they could get their fingers into it, dent it with their fists, even pull parts of it off. Rachel would wager the tip of a knife would slip in even more easily, but since she'd prefer to take Elemental alive for interrogation, if she could get up and resume her attack, she'd try spear-hand blows aimed into places where vitals would be on a human.<br/><br/>If she could get up, Rachel though, her eyes flicking to Janet angrily, "Yes...fucker ways a ton..." she hissed through gritted teeth, "Little help...please, Janet..."