Sam watched the monster get close. The immediate danger, her fear and adreneline were masking the searing pain in her hands. She had altered the weight and density of her body but it was still ordinary skin and bone. She couldn't turn it to steelor heal herself. Her arms were shaking from the effect of that impact. She wasn't sure if her palms were bleeding or just sweaty and stinging but she difn't want to take her eyes off Kid Cosmos in order to check. She watched him begin to charge at her, and her mind started thinking back.

The memories flittered in the front of her mind one after the other. Sitting in a chair having a pleasant chat with Dr. Harwood as he took some of her blood. The...less plesant chats with Dr.Fuchs while tied to a table...but the place she spent most of her time was the training room. And the most common adults in her life were the men in suits whose names she didn't know, who talked about her to each other in hushed voices but never talked to her directly. And Sgt. Greaves. Her instructor. It was his barked orders she recalled at this moment as the muscle memory kicked in. 

When the monster reached her, it swung clumsily at her. Sam, with the efficient, tight movements of a trained professional, ducked under the swing, closed the distance, planted her foot and sent Kid Cosmos flying backwards and into the side of an abandoned bus with a strike to his center of gravity. Though, there was still no way a woman this size could have done that without some kind of super power.

She hadn't noticed Son of Liberty approach until she heard his voice come from right next to her. She jumped, then half-turned to him. She did not want to take both eyes off Kid Cosmos.

"Me? I'm Sam. S-sam Reilly," she answered, speaking not with the level of confidence you'd expect from somebody who could do what she'd just done.

[@Omega Man]