[i]Victoria had turned to fire upon the woman, managing to release two rounds from her Bolter before the club contacted with her skull: a yell of pain escaped her mouth as she was forced to one knee for a moment, as the helm dented from the impact. She felt the warm drizzle of blood fall from the neck of her head, draping her neck and the side of her face.[/i] [i]Victoria remained quiet as she suddenly swung her clasped fist in a spinning move, targeting the child's jaw if anything. She would not allow herself to be beaten and killed so easily - and she would not allow the same for Vance.[/i]