She didn't weight *that* terribly much. A bit over two hundred pounds, likely well within the ability of the somewhat superstrong dwagon fellow to heft up. Mostly she was heavy for her size as one might expect her to tip the scales below a hundred pounds. Further, she was too dazed at first to resist being hefted up, her gray eyes rolling around in circles.
The front of her face was covered in blood and her nose certainly did look smooshed. Broken noses always looked much worse than they actually were, gross scenes really. It took her a moment to recover her focus, get her bearings once more. At least she was used to not being able to clearly focus on anything. Realization after realization popped into her head as the last couple of minutes started to clear up. Her eyes ran hot with tears, but they were not just from the pain; she was pissed *off*
A number of near by objects shivered a bit and from the hay rose her soiled turkey leg. It looked up like a dark fowl avenger in the night, held tight by her telekinesis. She managed to have just a good enough sense of were Erme was to bring it crashing upside his head with enough force to give a normal non-tough mutant a severe concussion. Thwap!