"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
The pink-haired girl kept digging in the huge pile of rubble. Despite her hands already beginning to bruise and bleed, she continued to pull her fingers through the debris. After all, wasn't a quitter. That is, until she noticed the shiny, brand-spankin' new mining robot reduced to scraps by the collapse.
Pulling out her trusty hextech arcano-wrench, she got straight to work on the first idea to pop into her head: if her bare hands weren't strong enough to get them out of this mess, then a pair of hextech gauntlets might be. After a final adjustment and a steadying pull of air, she gently pushed her macerated hands into place and felt the gauntlets activate.
Her original idea had been to shift enough loose stone to exit through the elevator shaft before they all died of oxygen deprivation; however, it soon became clear that the gauntlets didn't have the fine motor control requisite to pick out pieces of rubble.
"If only these goddamn fingers were a little daintier," she cursed, as she punched the wall in frustration.
Spider cracks ran out from the impact site of her fist as a loud crack echoed through the mine shaft, stirring the miners that had given up hope into a frenzy. Like wild dogs, they foamed at the mouth and knocked each other aside as they screamed advice and adulation while she repeatedly punched the spot. The ever-widening hole became a tunnel to safety in no time.
As the miners began to attempt to pile in, the foreman stopped them all with a nod. "Say, girl, weren't you with the gang at the start? You should make a run for it before we all get out. It's the least we can do after you risked your life to save ours. What's your name, anyway?"
The girl vaulted into the tunnel without a glance back, but yelled back at the burly, moustachioed man:
"The name's Vi, it stands for VICE."
With a final loud smash, her gauntleted fist crashed through to a moonlit night, leading the way to freedom.