The big lunk seems to shrug off the bullet, but Rhoda's kick carries her well within the reach of those ham-sized fists, and the man snarls...giving her a great look at his ugly mug, the scar at one corner of his mouth turning his snarl into something like a smirk as he aims a haymaker at her.<br/><br/>"Go home and play with your dollies, little girl!"<br/><br/>Luckily, he is<em>nowhere</em>near fast enough to hit her...