"Maybe I'll just break his fucking legs, how about that?" Judith is human again, the last traces of lupine characteristics melting back into her flesh, but it doesn't take away from the purity of her focus or rage. Leila is right to have concerns, because werewolves are not safe, and Judith's self-control is slipping out of her grasp. It'd be so easy to kill him, her instincts tell her, to just reach out and tear his head off his shoulders, he's only a man--

Instead she moves, swiftly, and lunges for him with the intent of doing two things: knocking him off balance, and breaking his grip on the girl Judith is assuming is his hostage. She may throw breaking his wrist into that, depending on how it works out.