The very last thing Bree wants is help. She's shocked that her grenade was sent back at her, and she's running on pure adrenaline and rage as she lashes out at Jim with elbows, legs, and knifes.
"Get the fuck away from me! I'll kill you all myself!" The frost spell stops the flames, and she's left in a few burnt remnants of clothing, her skin blistered terribly and blood running from the worst of her wounds. But with the Mighty Offense tonic flowing through her, she's ready to go, even as her body is screaming out in pain. She's not going out like an idiot (like the rest of her bandit buddies, she thinks). In a blur of motion, she lashes out at the nearest person, Jim's coat falling away to reveal a bloodied, nearly naked, really pissed off madwoman.
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"Get the fuck away from me! I'll kill you all myself!" The frost spell stops the flames, and she's left in a few burnt remnants of clothing, her skin blistered terribly and blood running from the worst of her wounds. But with the Mighty Offense tonic flowing through her, she's ready to go, even as her body is screaming out in pain. She's not going out like an idiot (like the rest of her bandit buddies, she thinks). In a blur of motion, she lashes out at the nearest person, Jim's coat falling away to reveal a bloodied, nearly naked, really pissed off madwoman.