"You think I'm gonna stay back and watch you boys attempt to kill the murderers of my family? Think again, ginger."
Jack snarled at Alice. "Get out of the way!" he yelled, knocking her down from a whizzing bullet.
"Thanks," she muttered self-consciously. A hunter pulled her up, trying to drive a knife through her back. She whipped around and pressed her thumb hard against his neck at the tensest pressure-point, smirking as he fell to the floor stone dead.