[color=red][h3]Madison Ripley[/h3][/color][hr]With another push, Madison directed a young teenage couple toward the end of the hall, where the stairs to the upper floors were. She waved, feeling slightly pleased as the crowd began to surge faster, freeing up more space for her to direct the people. Maybe her coming out wasn't a bad idea, her skills letting her help get these innocent people to safety. 

Her gibbering laugh and stuttering voice were hidden beneath the uproar of the crowd. So loud in the hallway that she barely even heard the splintering of the door further on down the hall, accompanied by the screams of panic. She held her axe at her side, hand gripping just below its head, as she continued to wave and direct people. She almost didn't notice when Jay, the dog owned by Jodey from a few doors down, leapt at her like a beast from a horror story. The flash of red and white in the corner of her vision, whether or not she screamed, was upon her in an instant. 

She should have stayed inside. Inside was safe and not filled with scared people and rabid canines. 

A flash of gold from her other side quickly swatted the dog to the floor, and succeeded in almost giving her a heart-attack. An older man stood beside her, yelling at the others around as well as her. She could only nod, fear snatching away her voice. Her gaze went from crazed to steely as the dog leapt at her again. In a reactionary movement, her other hand went to the haft of her axe, bringing it up in front of her horizontally. The dog's jaw went high, aiming for her throat, but it was stopped short. Madison struggled with it, her labor-honed muscles working hard to keep the slobbering beast at bay.

It took a few moments for her to attempt to twist the dog to the floor, axe handle now at its neck to keep its terrible jaws away from her. Panic began to grip at her heart as she did the only thing she could think of. She raised her boot clad foot, leaned forward and brought the boot back down towards its chest, putting her weight behind it as much as her balance allowed. The first stomp returned a series of cracks that made her stomach turn.

[color=red]"BAD."[/color] Stomp. [color=red]"BAD DOG."[/color] Crunch. [color=red]"DOWN."[/color] Squelch. [color=red]"DOWN, BOY."[/color] Snap.