[She's gonna feel THAT in the morning, yesiree. But she's fought with worse injuries before - Berserkers don't play as nice as this guy. Sliding down the wall, her rifle on the ground, she draws her pistol again and fires off a snap shot, aiming for center mass.]
Die, you [insert creative non-swearing insults here, because there are children nearby and she cares about that sort of thing]!
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Die, you [insert creative non-swearing insults here, because there are children nearby and she cares about that sort of thing]!