A few moments elapsed as Jackie attempted to come to terms with what had just occurred.
She had took the most logical action. Try and look friendly, and try and talk your way out.
Granted, she had messed up, but most people would assume that the weapon wasn't meant to kill when it was waved around like that.
But here she stood, flat on her ass... With a big, red shoe print on the side of her face. She had no intentions of hurting them. Granted mainly because she was so heavily outclassed, but she still had absolutely no intention of hurting them.
But now she was pissed. For the first time in years, she felt a raw emotion begin to bubble, and on a level overtaking the calm, collected part of her mind that was trying so desperately to hold on for dear life.
"Stay away from me? Your friend just hit me in the face with a fucking SHOE! What the hell did I do to you?" Her hand clenched around the weapon she had been assigned, the tips of her knuckles growing white. Her arm lay by her side, as if an invisible force was holding it down. The free hand slid to her knee as she hoisted herself out of the muck. "Thanks to you, my ass is covered in swamp, my face is throbbing, and I'm actually for the first time considering using this weap...on." The pause was unintentional, and unnoticed by the perpetrator, but it betrayed her truth.
As soon as she was upright, she waved the saw about over her head menacingly, every word punctuated with a swing. "Are you fucking kididng me, you bitch?" She stooped to take the shoes off of the branch that they had so luckily tangled themselves around. Lowering the axe, she hoisted the shoes and slung them over her own shoulder. And then, without warning, her hand flew up, her knuckles slapping with a considerable amount of force across Aislyn's face. As she watched the girl recoil, her eyes almost lit up. "That's what you fucking get." She forced a deep breath, and while she had the opportunity, she took the most indignant turn she could, and walked directly in the opposite direction from the group. Her shoes made a slapping sound with each step, betraying her position as she made her way from the swamp; away from the seemingly hopeless situation.
I hope the bitch gets killed by psycho with the carving knife over there.
((Jacquard "Jackie" Broughten continued in One of Three