Not being called Madame Smash for nothing, Molly resolved to finish her session on the heavy bag by pulling out her hammer and swinging it a few times for good measure. It was still heavy to her, but that was what she wanted. She was getting close to being able to hold up its original weight, but she was still a ways off. With a sigh and a wipe of the beads of sweat at her forehead, she deposits Vulcanus onto her floor and gravitationally anchors it there before hopping on to a treadmill and setting it to a medium jog. With a flick of her wrists, there is a note of rising noise from within her before her hair reclaims some of its bounce and liveliness, the gravity around her body lessening as she runs at her normal weight and strength. She removes her respirator to breathe air normally, looking around with a grimace at the amount of people in the gym. [i]'People really like to avoid this place here, huh?'[/i] She mused as bounced with each of her steps, even skipping at one point.