She should run. That was the first thing Wash had taught her in those self-defense lessons: the best defense is running away. Especially for someone with no combat training, no battle experience. But she isn't in her rational mind right now, and as she staggers back to her feet and watches Tarn strike Miles again and again, all she can think is that's my great-nephew you're beating on.

She's tall enough that it might work, a full foot taller than Miles, only a few inches shorter than Tarn. Tarn is a lot more solidly built than she is, all hard muscle, but that might not matter. She can't just leave Miles to be beaten by Tarn like this, maybe to death.

She doesn't think. She just dead runs at Tarn and launches herself up to slam her body weight against Tarn's back with a wild yell, hoping to knock Tarn off balance -- maybe enough for the terrifying woman to fall, maybe enough for Miles to grab the working stunner...