Tzahala's leg practically rings as it smashes into the woman's pelvis, shattering bone and causing the woman's eyes to go wide in surprise, pain, and panic. The poor ganger doesn't even make it another step after that; she just sort of collapses onto her face, hands covering her wounded sex as she whites out from the pain.<br/><br/>Brutal... but efficient. And the air around Tzahala is surprisingly quiet as she turns her attentions back on the tall, chain-link fence that surrounds the scrap-yard. It looks like the straggler hasn't found what he's looking for, yet, so she actually has a moment to breathe and figure out her next course of action. It'll take a little bit longer to go through the front gate... but that's probably the path of least resistance, considering the heavy-set man that the runner currently has slung over her shoulders.