Doubling from one inch to two, then to four, growing larger before your unblinking eyes, the olive-toned wrestling captain returns to her original size within seconds. She sits with her legs now dangling over the edge of the table as she examines her extremities and feels her face, confirming she really has returned to her perfect, pristine former size. It was a perfect reversal of scale, every atom back to normal by the looks of it, but Antonia offers you no thanks.
You smile, amused by a lightweight cleverness, reassuring her, "See? You won't have any trouble at the next weigh-in. You're back to nor-"
POW!
With the force of a hurricane, Antonia's clenched fist cracks your jaw, spinning you around in a dizzying cyclone. The matter transposer flies from your hand, collides with the wall, and crashes to the floor, but it's you that hits the hard tile first, bruised and sore. Opening your blindsided eyes, the room appears dark and getting darker all the time.
Two feet touchdown heavily on the floor near, but you are untouched by any further blows. You hear the angry pugilist say something, but it's unintelligible over the rush of blood thumping in your aching head. You think you say something, but you have no idea what comes out of your mouth. You try to grab your head when a sharp pain runs down your neck. You eyes close, and you feel yourself slipping away, fainting into darkness. You can barely hold a thought as you fade, but in that last moment of awareness you know you've lost hold of the matter transposer, the unseen and unforgiving wrestler stands nearby, and you've taken one brutal blow to your sorry head.
***
Your first conscious sensation is of an impact, or a series of dull impacts, nearby. Your body involuntarily shakes while you still have no control over your muscles. What was that? Where am I? You recall the fist striking your face and want to touch your lips and nose for blood, but your arms are unresponsive. Your fingers might be flexing intently, but you aren't sure.
Antonia knocked you out in the lab. If you're still there, the professor must be coming! Was that a voice? You have to get up. You have to move! All you can do for now is open your eyes.
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