[No one calls her "young lady," but Kerrigan's too focused on the task at hand to roll her eyes exactly like a teenager would.]
You're not a fighter!
[She punctuates that with a two-handed skillet swing at the pursuing Nightrender. The edge of the pan (concentrates the force better than the flat would, you see) connects with the thing's head, the strength of the blow enough to shatter bone and drop a human instantly. Sadly, the Nightrender only staggers and screeches, but the timbre of the sound suggests pain.]
I am!
[Reversing her grip on the pan, Kerrigan follows up her advantage, slamming the handle into the creature's empty eye socket under the theory that'd hurt anyone, one hand on the far rim of the skillet steadying it and preventing the Nightrender from knocking it free. She's rewarded with another howl, and its claws scrabble harmlessly against her armored suit as she forces it backwards.]
no subject
You're not a fighter!
[She punctuates that with a two-handed skillet swing at the pursuing Nightrender. The edge of the pan (concentrates the force better than the flat would, you see) connects with the thing's head, the strength of the blow enough to shatter bone and drop a human instantly. Sadly, the Nightrender only staggers and screeches, but the timbre of the sound suggests pain.]
I am!
[Reversing her grip on the pan, Kerrigan follows up her advantage, slamming the handle into the creature's empty eye socket under the theory that'd hurt anyone, one hand on the far rim of the skillet steadying it and preventing the Nightrender from knocking it free. She's rewarded with another howl, and its claws scrabble harmlessly against her armored suit as she forces it backwards.]