[Plaza Park]

Beth's neck snaps backwards from the blow, releasing her grip on the goat-gremlin and letting it drop to the ground. She almost falls on her butt in the mud, but twists to her side and kips up at the last instant. "Ugh. You're welcome, you little dork."

Whatever, she's not here to demand praise from small animals; she'll let it scamper away. The fey are the priority right now. She turns around, draws her metal bat to prey on their weakness, and charges back in hoping for some quick KOs.