Maisie
Stone and wood exploded as the second rogue lunged for me with a snarl, no longer caring that the humans were watching. He caught my wrist and slammed it into the side of the crushed counter so hard, it was either let go of the glass or break my fingers.
I let go, just so I could step inside his reach and drive my knee into his balls. He choked on a wheeze and went down hard, and I had just shoved him to the side when a fist came at my head from the left.
I ducked blindly, came up under it, slammed my elbow into the attacker's throat.
Thick arms tried to grab me from behind. I threw my weight forward, flipped him over my shoulder. He crashed into a table full of drinks, taking everything down with him.
The flick of a knife drew my gaze towards the leader, and I tried to hide my wince. The scar along my neck began to itch.
I hated knives.
He came at me and I ducked, heart racing as the tip of the blade sliced the air.
Let her go, you fool.
