Magnificently mundane…and yet still formidable.
It is said that women are like tea leaves. You don’t know how strong they can be until you put them in hot water. Mavis had always laughed at that. She was as mild as milk! Meek as mud.
Until the invaders came.
She’d just turned her back for a second. Let go of the pram for just long enough to grab a can of beans. And when she turned back, there was some… thing… investigating Arbie.
There was no time to think. There was no logic or reason. Just instinct and white-hot rage.
The can of beans almost flew through what passed for its head. Ichor spattered everywhere.
Another was coming.
Mavis grabbed what looked like a weapon from the dead one and, aiming it at the other one, figured out where the trigger was. Found a way to hold it comfortably and - literally single-handedly - freed Arbie from the pram and carried her baby close to her heart.
The invaders never stood a chance.
Mavis emerged at the other end of it, bloody and bloody furious, to aim a few, lingering pot-shots at the massive invading ship overhead. Arbie had fallen asleep in her mother’s arm. People were cheering.
Hot water, indeed.
She shocked herself by snarling at the first EMT to try to take Arbie from her arms. Actively fought to regain the thin veneer of civilization that had formerly been most of her personality.
“…i’m sorry…” she mumbled.
“Don’t be,” said the EMT in almost reverential awe. “I’ve seen soldiers break down over less.”
All over the world, mild-mannered mothers like Mavis had turned the tide of battle. All because nobody….
Absolutely NOBODY…
Hurt. Their. Babies.
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