The struggle is violent, but Hirlem finds it easy for a 2 on 5. His elbows fall squarely on the midsections of the suits and they fall backward on impact. The bodies are soft and Hirlem can feel his bone sinking deep into the unexercised flesh of those around him. Apparently, they just aren't making hitmen like they used to. In the opposite corner Monie is struggling to get to the center of the elevator. At the same time, her hands frantically lite up all the buttons on the control panel. She also lands a few choice blows on those who grope her frame.
