..and she realizes it isn't killing her! Her pants soaked with now-vaporizing piss, her hood in flaming tatters about her shoulders, she rips her hands free of their constraints. She grabs the executioner by the neck and snaps his head off his shoulders like a child would the blossom off a dandelion. A heartbeat later she breaks the wrist of the bailiff reaching for his gun and rips his genitals out with her other hand. She throws her head back and laughs, then stares menacingly through the bullet-proof glass at the victim's families, beginning to panic and flee like confused cattle, and the few guards, disroiented but still attempting to contact the riot unit and aiming their pistols and shotguns at her and at the entrance.

What do you do now?

	Judy punches the glass
	Judy feels a strange energy welling within her

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