Running on pure adrenaline, Rosalind unleashed all the anger she'd suppressed during the day onto the three hooligans. She still had enough sense to use only the back of the blade, hacking away wildly in the dim moonlight.
"OW... Stop chopping... You're gonna kill us..."
"You damn bitch... I'll fucking kill you!"
But the three brothers were strong, able-bodied men. Though thrown into a panic by the wood ash, they quickly recovered and began to fight back. In a direct contest of strength, Rosalind couldn't even take on one of them. But Frank Morgan and Phoebe Huxley had anticipated this, so Phoebe had taught her a trump card.
"Kick the bastards where it hurts!"
