[Chell switches hands for her wrench, because her right arm's getting ... slower. Tired. She's tiring out.
... Huh. She felt tastes of this during her time in test shaft 9, but they faded when she was back to the main facility. Real adrenaline, or adrenal vapor, whatever the case, she had other things to focus on and no time to be tired.
She doesn't think much of it beyond that - she just switches hands and gets swinging. She's sure she's right-handed, but apparently you don't need a lot of coordination for smashing things.]
[While Jack is trying to test the minimum of his blows, Chell is still swinging full force, maybe even trying harder. She's not as enraged anymore - she just just wants to see how loudly and violently she can shatter the glass.]
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... Huh. She felt tastes of this during her time in test shaft 9, but they faded when she was back to the main facility. Real adrenaline, or adrenal vapor, whatever the case, she had other things to focus on and no time to be tired.
She doesn't think much of it beyond that - she just switches hands and gets swinging. She's sure she's right-handed, but apparently you don't need a lot of coordination for smashing things.]
[While Jack is trying to test the minimum of his blows, Chell is still swinging full force, maybe even trying harder. She's not as enraged anymore - she just just wants to see how loudly and violently she can shatter the glass.]