The crack of bone made him howl, and she followed with a punch to his temple, dropping him to the ground.
Tom blurred forward again, this time hitting her in the ribs with a force that felt like being slammed by a truck.
Pain shot through her chest, and she stumbled back, clutching her side.
Megan took the chance to rush in, her hands sparking with electric energy. Ivy ducked under her first strike and swept Megan's legs, sending her crashing down.
But before Ivy could finish her, Walt was back on his feet, charging in with superhuman strength.
He caught Ivy's arm mid-swing and threw her into the side of a car. The metal dented with a loud crunch, and she gasped for breath, the pain in her ribs growing worse.
Still, Ivy gritted her teeth and pushed herself up, blood dripping from her lip. "I'm not done yet," she muttered.
But Tom's smirk told her he thought otherwise. "You're tough," he said, walking toward her, "but we're not just normal thugs."
