As Lillith swung her fist at the pig in armor, his demeanor instantly changed. Suddenly, he was the warrior he had boasted to be. Too late she realized her mistake, her left leg knocked out from under her. She was nowhere near fast enough to recover, she was going down. In her mind, there was only one thing for it.

She dropped the bottle she had been drinking from. Abandoning her punch entirely, she instead grabbed onto his gaudy armor, intending to either use him stay up, or drag him down with her. If he was able to support her immense weight, she would use her position to head butt him. It wouldn't be particularly effective, as they were both wearing helmets, but since both of their helmets lacked face production, if she could connect, she'd then be able to bite onto his nose. She could then rip it off, causing an immense amount of pain, momentarily stun him, and get a good amount of blood flowing. Although, judging how scarred up his face was already, he'd only [i]be[/i] stunned very briefly.

	If he couldn't support her, which was the far more likely option, she'd at least be able to pull him down with her. More than likely he'd come down on top of her, but if she could get her [i]right[/i] leg up in time, she could kick him away, buying herself time to get up and pull out a weapon. If she couldn't he'd come down right on top of her, and then she'd be pinned. Still, it would keep him from using his axe for [i]at least[/i] a second, giving the show off time to do something fancy. She almost regretted pushing her out of the way so roughly. Next time she'd just shove her, instead of grabbing her face.

	Aside from this, she didn't give her apparent partner much thought. Small, fast types like her usually had a way of avoiding muscle bound idiots like them.