Lisa, standing behind, could only stare in shock, her jaw dropping open as if it was about to touch the floor.
'What… what the hell am I watching?' she thought. 'Is this a fever dream? Is my lady boss an action movie character?'
Lisa kept watching in shock as Evelyn ducked under a punch, her hair brushing the air where a fist had just been.
Evelyn slammed her baton upward into the attacker's jaw, and the man's teeth clacked together with a sickening crunch. He dropped to his knees, eyes rolling back.
"Three," Evelyn chirped, almost too excitedly. "Does anyone else want a nap? Why are you guys looking so slow?"
Another man lunged from behind, grabbing her by the shoulders.
Lisa shouted, "Ma'am, behind you...!"
Evelyn twisted her body in an instant reflex, slamming the baton backward into the man's crotch.
As he doubled over in pain, she pivoted and cracked the baton across his temple. He hit the floor with a thud.
Lisa could barely breathe. 'She's fast. Too fast.'
