Freina shrieked and instinctively shot her hand out at it. The puff of air that emerged was enough to knock the acorn squash back. "Right now a mallet would be good. Large hammer. Mattock handle." She grabbed for the small squash and threw it at the small gourd horde that had broken loose to come after them. It knocked a couple of them aside before it smacked and shattered - smattered? - against the ground.
She stood there for a moment to catch her breath. "As a young lady..." She had to pause occasionally for more air. "I'm quite prepared... to knee someone in the... in the groin if they get too handsy, but... that won't... really work here." She wound back and kicked an oncoming gourd. It went flying... and so did her shoe. They were her nice flats, what she'd been wearing at the Festival. She muttered a couple choice words, sighed, and bent down to take off her other shoe. "They're all gooey with gourd guts anyway. I'll get the other one in a bit."
She stood there for a moment to catch her breath. "As a young lady..." She had to pause occasionally for more air. "I'm quite prepared... to knee someone in the... in the groin if they get too handsy, but... that won't... really work here." She wound back and kicked an oncoming gourd. It went flying... and so did her shoe. They were her nice flats, what she'd been wearing at the Festival. She muttered a couple choice words, sighed, and bent down to take off her other shoe. "They're all gooey with gourd guts anyway. I'll get the other one in a bit."
