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"Is that it? Is that all you've got?"

Facing down the Hulk wasn't something Emil Blonsky had expected to be doing when he had signed up to capture a fugitive scientist. Being injected with a serum in order to turn into something of a supersoldier wasn't something he had expected, either.

He could still hear the adrenaline pumping through his ears

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[sideofperfect]

...well that's a... novel entrance.

"You all right?"

The slightly androgynous young woman peering down at him has medium brown hair, long fingers, and a worried look in her eyes.

Really long fingers.

Probably shouldn't look at those too closely.

[readyforround3]

(He isn't really capable of focusing on her hands for the moment; mostly all of his attention is focused on her as a whole, and on the rather excruciating pain all throughout his body that is quickly turning into an unpleasant numb sensation.)

Emil looks up, slight derision still showing through his contorted features.

"I will be."

In some yet undetermined amount of time.

[sideofperfect]

...greeeeeeeeeeeat.

She's a decent field medic-- the eidetic memory helps. She takes one look at him and shakes her head, kneeling by his side to make a further inspection.

"You'll be dead in less than a day if I don't get you somewhere safe," she informs him. "We've got man-eating plants. All right-- I'm gonna have to pick you up and carry you. It'll hurt like hell, but it won't do you much more damage than you've already got, and I can see about finding you the closest thing we've got to medical attention. Sound good?"

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There is a measure of doubt evident on Emil's face as to whether the girl will be able to carry him, but he nods anyway.

He isn't at a stage where he's going to disbelieve man-eating plants anymore.