Two brutes in her hands, a desk with metal feet. What a perfect combination for a mentally unstable woman with seething anger issues.
Krakenhouse dragged the brutes by the bench, lifted it, and slammed the metal feet into their faces. They both screamed and cried, drawing the attention of every other woman in the cafeteria. Soon, a crowd started to gather and cheer in support of the new woman who was doing the lord's work.
The constant bashing of the metal legs on their heads eventually brought flesh wounds, with blood oozing and spewing. The brutes were left by the bench as Krakenhouse marched back to her cell room.
Her clothes had some blood stains here and there, but it was all worth it. It had been a while since she beat someone into a bloody pulp, let alone two, and for that reason, she was happy and pleased with herself.