The ork shouts and curses and hands her the keys. He’s also saying what he’s
going to do to her, how she’s going to regret shooting him. Tikki doesn’t like
that. It’s a bad attitude grown worse. She swings the Kang like a club against
the side of his head, the impact telegraphing up her arm almost to the elbow. 
That’s how she knows that the blow would have laid most humans out cold. The
ork’s a little too tough for that. His head jerks over sideways and he sways
toward the ground, but he catches himself on one arm. Tikki swings the Kang 
again.