Talk about Dynamic Entry.<br/><br/>The scrap-metal walls don't even stand a chance against the Israeli runner's charge, and no sooner does she impact than the whole damn thing buckles and goes flying in. Vaguely, Tzahala thinks that she sees a body behind the chunk of metal, but she can't be sure... and as the dust settles, she realizes that she's got more to worry about than whether or not she'd turned a ganger to jelly.<br/><br/>Specifically, the five<em>other</em>gangers in the room.<br/><br/>Two of them are wielding baseball bats, and close in on the woman immediately; however, the even prone the runner is too quick for them,and their clubs hit nothing but dust. And the cloud of debris that the runner's explosive entrance into the hut makes it hard for the guys standing in the back to locate her with their shots... though one lucky shot does manage to punch a hole in the woman's shoulder, causing her to see stars for a brief moment...<br/><br/>But when the stars and dust clear, Tzahala finds herself squarely in the middle of a Jack cluster-fuck. Two men on her right with bats, two men on her left with guns... and a very, very big Troll behind them all. Even from the ground, Tzahala can see that he's well over 8' tall and almost 3' around, with horns that curve along the back of his skull like a greaser's haircut. From the looks of it, he'd thrown a plate at her when she'd landed, and now he's just sort of staring at her with slack jaws and malice in his eyes...<br/><br/>And for some ungodly reason, he seems to be taking off his armored shirt, letting his voluminous belly hang loose...