"Do not interfere," she instructed, to both sides. She pulled the glaive from the ground and lifted it into a defensive stance as Hulk came charging. Underestimating him would not be wise and she needed a quick finish to this unraveling debacle.
Anger and rage-drugged strength was all well and good, and she had seen what he could do plenty of times in the stadium. But she was an Oldstrong, part of the world around them and even he couldn't move a planet. She planted one foot behind her and drove her glaive flat across his chest, slamming hard enough into him to stop his charge, even pushing him back.