.... then stand back, Miss Nun. I have a wide swing.
[And knows just where an axe is. Which she gets, and then picks her target: a lemon tree. She takes a deep breath before letting out a guttural yell, swinging the axe sideways, hard enough for it to chop a decent way into the tree.
She doesn't stop, though that one yell will be her only one, swinging over and over again till with a loud crack the tree falls over. She's.... going to be so sore later. But right now? She looks murderously elated.]
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[And knows just where an axe is. Which she gets, and then picks her target: a lemon tree. She takes a deep breath before letting out a guttural yell, swinging the axe sideways, hard enough for it to chop a decent way into the tree.
She doesn't stop, though that one yell will be her only one, swinging over and over again till with a loud crack the tree falls over. She's.... going to be so sore later. But right now? She looks murderously elated.]