Gil stared down the woman as she began her transformation. [I]"Cool"[/I] he thought as she entered a crouching stance and hissed at him, as she creeped towards the kitchen. Gilligan's eyes darted around the kitchen looking for weapons. Closest to him was the bottle of wine, he looked back to the woman to see her pounce, rage filling her reptilian eyes. 

Whatever strange energy that had helped Gil overcome the poison still coursed through his veins and despite being taken by surprise he was able to react with surprising speed. He ducked her leap as he charged the counter. The woman sailed over him and crashed into the wall behind him as Gil grabbed the neck of the bottle. The woman recovered and snarled. [I]"Say something cool. Godwin would say something cool."[/I] Gil thought as he gripped the bottle, "Choke on these cherries bitch!" Rip screamed as he smashed the bottle in a backhand motion across her face. [I]"I am the worst hero every!"[/I] Gil thought, groaning at his battlecry.

The bottle shattered across her face embedding glass into her and splashing the two of them with the remaining wine. Gil was left holding the jagged end of the bottle, but despite the pain the stranger lowered her stance and shoulder bashed Gil into the nearby counter, battering him and causing him to slump into a sitting position. From his sitting position Gil swung with the neck of the bottle and sliced open his attacker's knee, causing blood to seep out of the wound.

She howled in fury and pain as she struck out with her talons and raked deep furrows into his arm. Gil cried out in pain and dropped his weapon. He had little time to savor the pain as he was forced to duck as a clawed foot kicked at his head. The attack missed and her talons got stuck in the wood were his head had been moments earlier. From his prone position Gilligan punched upward with his knuckles into the soft muscle of her thigh hoping, dispute how cheap it was, to give her a charlie horse. 

As he finished his punch he rolled to the left, towards the front door were he left his sword. His roll took him out of the kitchen, yet the awkward roll left him clumsy and he fell flat on the floor.