"Stay," she says, sharply, pointing her finger at him as though she could possibly mean anyone else. Then she's running for the door. "Might have to kill it!" she throws back over her shoulder. "Try not to."
An attempt will be made. Though, honestly, this thing is fucking strong. A smaller one might be a better fit for his set-up. There will be a lot more trial and error, finding a voltage that will stun and not kill. Good thing they're tasty.
These are all thoughts that run through her mind as she sprints down the hallway, toward the janitor, slightly faster than the crab. Natasha gets the impression that pulling out a gun will only make the situation worse. The darts are no good. She won't be able to get the pins of her taser past the shell. If she can catch it, though...
It's as dignified as a leap through the air to tackle a dog sized crab monster can possibly be, and she brings one charged fist down on the back of the body of the shell near the eyes. It stops moving, so that's good, Natasha and the janitor both get to keep their limbs whole and unharmed for another day. "Sorry about that," she says, standing and hooking her arms awkwardly around the thing. "Got away from me."
Leaving before the woman can speak, that's the new plan, and Natasha hauls ass back to the office, giant crab in tow, heaving it up onto one of Harry's work tables. "I'm not sure if it's knocked out, or cooked. How do you tell if a crab is breathing?"
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An attempt will be made. Though, honestly, this thing is fucking strong. A smaller one might be a better fit for his set-up. There will be a lot more trial and error, finding a voltage that will stun and not kill. Good thing they're tasty.
These are all thoughts that run through her mind as she sprints down the hallway, toward the janitor, slightly faster than the crab. Natasha gets the impression that pulling out a gun will only make the situation worse. The darts are no good. She won't be able to get the pins of her taser past the shell. If she can catch it, though...
It's as dignified as a leap through the air to tackle a dog sized crab monster can possibly be, and she brings one charged fist down on the back of the body of the shell near the eyes. It stops moving, so that's good, Natasha and the janitor both get to keep their limbs whole and unharmed for another day. "Sorry about that," she says, standing and hooking her arms awkwardly around the thing. "Got away from me."
Leaving before the woman can speak, that's the new plan, and Natasha hauls ass back to the office, giant crab in tow, heaving it up onto one of Harry's work tables. "I'm not sure if it's knocked out, or cooked. How do you tell if a crab is breathing?"