With a growl, Andy lurched up to grab the guy by the hair and bash him repeatedly into the nearest rock, only to grab at nothing, eyes widening, and head jerking in the direction of the movement up the beach. Either whatever had knocked her out in the first place hadn't quite worn off yet, or something was really wrong. For the time being, she accused, "What kind of pimple on Hades' left nut are you?" as she drew herself up to her full height again, axe leaned at her side and touched to the sand, fingers a loose, ready hold around the grip.