Two more reports from the SMG, and two more dead gangers. That is exactly why you don't bring a baseball bat to a gunfight...<br/><br/>But the dreks were just appetizers; the troll in the back is the main course. And even as Tzahala is steadying her gun's barrel after dropping the two mooks, the big man is stepping up to the plate. Well, not so much stepping as charging, balling one meaty hand up into a ham-sized fist that he sends whistling towards the Israeli woman's midriff. For such a big guy, he's moving remarkably fast... and the runner can practically feel the  air around her shifting with the sheer force of the blow...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wreckin' ball fist: 7 hits, 4+net hits damage, -0 AP</div></div>