Elain yelped as she found herself surrounded by two men, each half again her mass.  She dropped down a yard arm too avoid their first tackles and swung too another, then skipped back too where the two reeling drunks still somehow kept their balance on the rocking boats.  “Okay, boys, let’s dance!”  She leapt high, caught a higher beam, and swung towards the closer drunk.  Her legs flung together at the man’s face, hoping to take him out of the action before she had to find out if they’d rather knock her out, molest her, or both.