Those words seemed to set the women off. Beatrice muttered something loud but unintelligible in her hood and charged towards the guards, trying to kick and butt them. The other women soon followed suit and soon the smooth flesh of eight white legs and two black ones was showing everywhere as the women kicked in vain. It was true that Hannah and Sarah were powerful kickers and that even Beatrice had decently strong legs, but they couldn't see who they were fighting. The women managed to land a few kicks and Hannah and Sarah even managed to make a few bruises but ultimately a futile gesture, a helpless display of importent rage at what they knew their fate would be.