"Fucker..." she mutters, leaving the bartender laying on the floor and turning her attention to the room around her. By this point, the adrenaline is flowing fully, and she<em>FINALLY </em>has some targets to take out her frustrations on. And she's not really going to stop and question it...<br/><br/>Hell, she practically<em>leaps</em>from her place at the bar, charging full out at the nearest target, and launching a full-force right hook right at the Ork's jaw, channeling pure electricity through her knuckles as she does so.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, she's got nothing truly witty to say... so for now, she lets a simple "FUCK YOU!!!" suffice...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> attack</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 13 hits!</div></div>