It is too early in the day for banjo music like that, so Jappleack immediately knows that something is up. Jappleack's ears perk up, just a bit, as she looks out towards where the music is coming from.

And then her blood runs cold and she feels like she could vomit her own heart out.

For a moment, she just sits there, trembling. There's so many thoughts racing through her head, so many possible reactions that she's overloaded with information on how to react. She just sits and stares, and stares, and stares.

And then she's running to the shed where they keep some of the smaller farm equipment. And she's pulling out the wood axe.

And then, still screaming, she's running right at Discord.

"I WILL CUT YOU APART MOFO!!"

Her voice is high, shrill, dangerously so, and she's barely looking where she's swinging this crazy ass axe. Doesn't matter.

She's either going to get horribly murdered or get her a piece of this son of a bitch, as far as she can tell. Either way it works out for her.