Red rage spiked again, dominating her vision as he moved on ahead and past her temporary barrier - while she hadn't expected it to work she also wasn't terribly accepting of his response. He had only taken several steps beyond the stick before she made her move, swinging the stick like a club at the unprotected soft spot behind the man's knees.
He was like a bull in a china shop, and she had no intention of allowing his rampage to continue. "Sit."
He was like a bull in a china shop, and she had no intention of allowing his rampage to continue. "Sit."
