Hands, Fingers… Thighs, And Bones?

Miss Masher takes a few cautious steps back, grabbing an upended table that was resting against the short under-window wall nearby. She glances at Lucas, and upon seeing him coughing as he sits up with no visible injuries, she no longer spares him any further attention.

With a firm grip on the table, she runs at the erratically flailing over-medicated man, shouting in order to pull his attention away from Lucas.

The befuddled bully had managed to turn around to face Lucas, but he staggered a few times before ultimately falling to his knees, as his balance from the injured leg was thrown off more than he can currently mentally account for, even though he’s largely unaffected by the pain of it.