Good thing she didn't have a garbled recollection of the riastrad (battle-frenzy) and think it was orgasm:

"... a spasm in which every inch of him convulsed, his joints turned backwards, one eye bulged and the other retracted into his skull, his mouth opened wide emitting flame and showed his engorged lungs which emitted a scream that paralysed or killed from fear, a jet of dark blood as high as a ship’s mast shot from his forehead, every hair stood up like a spike that could impale an apple, and the 'hero’s moon' shone about him."