[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color][hr]

Anger. [color=2e2c2d]It hurts.[/color]

Pain. [color=2e2c2d]It hurts![/color]

Fear. [color=2e2c2d][b]It hurts![/b][/color]

A myriad of emotion swirled and raged within her. But the strongest emotion of all wasn't rage, fear or even worry; it was a feeling of sheer exhilaration. It did not matter that her arm was bent at an unnatural angle, it did not matter that her body felt like it was made of red hot razor wire, it did not matter that she may very well die if she made another misstep. She wanted to — [i]needed[/i] to — tear the goliath down, to destroy that imposing figure, to crush the behemoth beneath her heels. 

To fight. [color=2e2c2d]Why?[/color]

To destroy. [color=2e2c2d]There's no reason.[/color]

Catching herself in a projected hand before the building toppled completely, she launched herself once more towards the giant. Controlling her speed and angle, Hazel slowed herself enough to take advantage of the giant having fallen over, positioning herself just where its splayed legs were, executing what could loosely be called an axe kick to bisect it lenghtwise.