<div class="floatright">(http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Armor/dredd_judge-anderson_olivia-thirlby_zps6f697068.jpg)</div><strong>Olivia York<br/>Unreformed All American Criminal<br/>Tag: All</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Oof!" she grunted as her body struggled to not buckle underneath Ares' casually laying his massive hands upon her shoulders. Trying to remain resolute, her legs merely quivered a bit as she smiled, an assault rifle liberated from the simulated HYDRA soldier she had apparently so admiringly stabbed to death repeatedly when as soon as the simulation ended, her weapon faded from grasp. Olivia let out a sigh, clearly caught blindsided and underprepared by the simulated ambush of HYDRA, but hoping that her antics and response would meet a similar level of approval from her less bloodlust fueled companions as she headed towards her locker, wondering if they were done for the day as she felt like her adrenaline was already dumped and mentally, she was feeling kind of spent already from being unprepared for such an ordeal, especially in the middle of the helicarrier no less.<br/><br/>But sure enough, another door was rolling back and she glanced in her footlocker, looking for a big gun because the door rolling back was actually quite large. Unfortunately there was a discernible lack of artillery in her locker as compared to a mere rifle when the Rhino of all villains suddenly thundered into the room and Olivia immediately frowned.<br/><br/>Her frown disappeared when the massively monstrous villain suddenly broke into a bull headed charge right towards Elira and herself, as she groaned to herself, not even bothering to fire as simply bolting in the one direction with the most space off to the side as the massive villains shadow already engulfed her body and she saw the Rhino's massive horn lowering down to chest height, easily capable of skewering her, armor or not.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Base Athletics: 2 - (- - +) 1 = 1</div></div><br/>Beating feet as fast as she could across the floor, she immediately began to regret every choice she made up to this point that led her to SHIELD and this exactly moment when as she glanced over, feeling genuine terror over her livelihood, she turned to see the villain suddenly towering over her, or would've been as she saw its head lower to the point he was practically stampeding towards, powerful legs propelling a half ton of pure muscle and bone towards her with the force of a locomotive. Olivia could almost see the last moments before impact in a surreal slow motion, moving as fast as she could, her legs pumping as fast as they could. She could feel the burn in her calves as she tried hyperextending her muscles, stretching outward, futilely trying to avoid the inevitable impact but could see the horn drive forward, and then slowly slip out of sight, too low for her eyes to follow as she glanced over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Her body tensed for impact, muscles tightening, fingers clenching, a surge of adrenaline shooting through her body as she felt an almost euphoric rush, followed by a sudden overwhelming release as the sharpest, briefest flash of pain erupted from her side, followed by an overwhelming numbness that left her body feeling tingling, almost instantaneously limp. Her feet kept running forward, fueled by mere muscle memory and nerve endings flying before realizing her feet were simply kicking through air. In the back of her mind, she didn't think of the regrets anymore, only the rush of excitement of facing death. Those Kido Butai pilots were right. As her vision faded to black she felt like it really was as light as a feather.<br/><br/>Almost floating even.<br/><br/>She didn't even feel her body being hurled into the far wall a few dozen feet away, smashing against it with a dull thud before bouncing off the metallic sides and crumpling to the floor.