[That's two and a half out of her four down, and she moves fast to bring down the last guy before number three gets back up, letting the padding on her arm absorb the swing of his wooden picket sign and smashing him under the chin with an uppercut. Number three is struggling up, but she kicks away his tire iron and puts a foot on his chest, glaring down. He takes the hint for the moment. She looks over at Tim, assessing his situation]
Hit them until they stay down. Tends to work.
[If only he knew maneuver seven. That's her favorite.]
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Hit them until they stay down. Tends to work.
[If only he knew maneuver seven. That's her favorite.]