A pink mohawk flopped to the side as a certain psychopath fell backward, landing hard on Becca. Ever the determinator, Jynx struggled to stand, to move -- but without her momentum, and with her adrenaline fading by the second, she knew she wouldn't make it. Ironically, in the moment that everyone was afraid Jynx would make a killer of herself, she truly wasn't a danger to anyone... she doubted she could even manage the twist of her wrist that would make one of her mantis blades spring out.<br/><br/>Everything just hurt too badly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"Just... wanted to... pet her...."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>