[The woman lets out a wailing wheeze when the new hatchet clips through the hedge and then right into the middle of her back -- she and Yoru are matchies now in that each only has one working hand, so she is without a weapon except for the ladder and without a means to get the hatchet out.

If she weren't already a madwoman she'd probably have an axe to grind with all these hatchets mucking up her already muck-filled day.

Yoru manages to immobilize her for a spell, so he has a free moment to check out the Siffrin moist muck situation on the the other side.]