Had she had a moment for reflection, her next act might have been slightly more civilized.  However, she’d so far had a really bad day, and flashbacks to what might have been on the beach weren’t so easily overlooked.  Without actually thinking through the potential outcomes of her action, she swung the table leg as if she were trying to knock his head into the outfield.  It was a one-handed swing, but nevertheless it was to be a killing blow, struck in pure terror-fueled self-defense.