Kristen didn't even bother to get out of the way. True to her nature, she charges into the fray, heedless of the danger, and the great brute's club swings and slams her in the ribs. There is a sickening crack, and Kristen grits her teeth through the pain. That club sends her flying through the crowd and landing on her rump on the ground in the middle of a frantic group of people. It's a hurt that's worse than the hits she's ever taken in the ring, but her tenacity demands that she can't give up. More people try to desperately scramble out of the way, and more than a few unfortunate souls receive that club in their torso, jerking them out of the crowd. It's frightening, but Kristen's heart pumps, full of action, and she charges back into the fight.<br/><br/>Something awakens in her, though. Her muscles tense, stronger than steel cables, and she grasps the bear-headed giant by his club arm, and she catches the thing in the closest thing to an arm lock that someone of her size can do. There is the disturbing crack of bone in it's arm, and the beast, with it's free hand, tries to punch Kristen into submission. But Kristen manages to twist her body out of the way most of the time, although getting those hits to her torso are going to hurt a hell of a lot later. She uses this newfound strength to jerk the arm out of socket, dislocating it, and she finally gets the beast to drop that vicious club. She's already been hit with it once, and she doesn't want to be hit again.<br/><br/>Finally, when the creature seems on it's knees, defeated, Kristen lets go of the massive musculature she'd held onto. She said, triumphantly, almost gloatingly, “Score one for me, motherfucker.” There's a little blood on the edge of her mouth--a bit of blood from in her body--that earlier hit devastated her. Her ribcage is bruised all to hell, but she grins.<br/><br/>This is what she came here for.