"Me!? Look who's talking... You looked kind of shocked to see me back here, Taggart."<br/><br/>When the man goes for his shotgun, any agony Trish might be in over the situation gets tossed out the window, and she can only react. Fuck the queasy feeling in her gut, fuck the contacts, fuck the smug mage and her cat-woman lover... Trish lashes out with a powered-up glove, aiming to catch Taggart right in the face and bring the fight to an end before it can really start.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Attack Rolls!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Attack roll: 8 hits<br/></div></div>