Look, she's a known queer, it's not super hard to put together. But that's not important under the circumstances of being here and Jester being that close to Lorenzo and her fist being here ready to meet his fucking face.

"I can handle this!" She most certainly can't, but that's not going to stop anything. He looms down and she sees red, leaping up with her staff and slamming it into the side of Lorenzo's head.

Except right in tandem, she feels the crack of the wooden staff against her temple, and she crumples seemingly in midair, slamming to the ground not far away in a heap. Beau groans, obviously not totally downed by the hit, but absolutely dazed.

"What... what the fuck..." She tries to raise her head, shaking it a bit. "What the fuck did you do..."