Sam took a knee and caught the gloves like a short-range pass. The irony of such a method did not escape her -she had hated every second of P.E.- but she put it out of her mind. With one eye on the approaching drone Ashley warned of, Sam did not have the luxury of taking the time to even don her weapons, let alone waxing poetic about the futility of fitness programs at either her old schools [i]or[/i] the facility. Instead, she had to discover a method for deploying her weapons in a manner which would have some kind of effect on her assailants. Ashley's lightning-enhanced punches had only weakened them; she'd had to physically destroy their bodies before...

[i]"Bingo."[/i] Sam smirked knowingly. She surveyed the area near Ashley and locked eyes on a dismembered drone leg, still twitching from the last electrical impulses from its CPU. She lunged for it and wrapped her gloves around the longest, straightest portion, briefly struggling against its flailing. Her hair whipped across her face as she snapped her head back to locate the approaching drone.

Sam planted her right foot and came out of her crouch like an animal. She launched herself into a twisting lunge, swiveling at the hips, and brought the pointed end of the drone's leg into a hammer-fisted swing. She dumped her lungs into a primal war cry, absolutely ignorant of the fact she'd even mustered any vocalization at all. Teeth clenched, Sam threw her body weight into the swing and drove the pointed end of the leg directly into the approaching drone's sensor eye. 

Two things followed Sam's attack. The cracked polycarbonate of the drone's sensor eye sparked briefly, just as the red glow began to die, and her shock gloves registered the sudden deceleration through their built-in accelerometers. She knew the impact would be enough to engage their capacitors, still charged from the earlier confrontation. With the trigger mechanism activated, the electrodes embedded in the palms of her gloves dumped their charge into the drone's leg...and straight into her attacker's circuitry. With a direct path to its internal wiring, the drone's hardened defenses against electrical overload had been completely bypassed. Its limbs locked and, with sparks flying from the hole in its electronic eye, it hinged backward on its hind legs and clanged helplessly to the floor.

"Yeah, [i]bitch![/i]" Sam bellowed, thrusting her fist into the air. She quickly reconsidered her premature celebration as the two remaining drones closed in.