Strong hands reached out. They gripped the bent light pole and with a wrench, twisted the metal back into an upright position. Maxima looked up at her work, frowned, and twisted it again. "You did a number on this thing, huh?" she said. "Maybe if I..." 

She thinks for a moment, then grips with both hands, rips the pole apart slowly - so that it doesn't tear the electrical cable inside - squeezes the torn part of the top pole into a narrow wedge, and pushes it into its base. It holds. "Got it!" she said.

She smiles down at you.

You've still got no idea how you could bring down Maxima. There's just too much of her to punch. Even Argeltia feels smaller than her. Maybe it's because Argeltia feels pain, whereas Maxima breathes it. She carries oceans of it on her shoulders, but as long as her kneecaps keep she'll stand, and as long as her cheeks hold she'll smile. 

"Rough night, huh?" she said. She had a bag with sports drinks, bandages and peanut-butter protein bars. She didn't offer; she just started giving, like to do anything less was inhuman.