Oh yeah, I forgot to mention she can bust twigs at 50 feet with an Iron sighted 22 lr daisy rifle.

BTW, her career choice is to become a US Marshall. Should be an effective intimidator when she puts her foot to someone's front door and it comes off it's hinges like Herman Munster was beating on it. She's got two years left in college, but the feds and the local LEs are already recruiting her.

I can imagine her dealing with some drunk injun on a res who's giving her a hard time. She'll pick that son of a buck up by his britches and make him kiss the steel bars of his prison cell. She's got these long, beautiful fingernails that are as tough as bear claws. Once a defensive lineman who was getting frustrated with her successful blocking thought to grope her on the line. After a couple times of this, she decided that when he brought his hands up under her chest pad, she would plant those claws in the backs of his upper arms (that tender spot between your funny bone and your armpit). He left the field bleeding a little and that was the end of the groping. Good thing, too, cuz when I found out about it I was fixing to wait out at the locker room door to discuss the situation, but figured she'd already dealt with the incident sufficiently.

I think I still got her beat though. Out at the firing line, she still flinches a little when she pulls the trigger on my super redhawk.