*(Ohhhhhhh shit...they just HAD to grab her by the hair, didn't they? That's one of her "snap spots," which tends to spark her anger...think like Princess Vespa from Spaceballs, but less Rambo and more EVA-01 in Berserker mode.)*
The moment she feels the grip on her hair, Jill's already volatile patience snaps in an instant. Whatever restraint she may have had before is now gone, and there is but one thing on her mind: "destroy these mother-fuckers."
"ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!!" Belting out a war-cry worthy of Odin himself, Jill begins slamming every mob-rapist around her with everything she has. Punching their noses and solar plexus regions (a vital point), kicking their kneecaps and testicles, throwing them against each other, headbutting, and even biting at their necks when she gets an opening to do so. She's like a blood-drunk demon of war, unwilling to submit against even the most impossible of odds, much less allow them a chance to add Lilia to their list of victims.
*(PS: Why do I get the feeling that TOG's having trouble wording the outcome of this bit? I mean, did Jill's sudden invoking of a woman's equivalent of "GAR" become too confusing, or something? lol, just joking.
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