The man's hands stretched out toward me. With a quick reflex, I ducked beneath his arms, keeping my eyes fixed on the exit. He turned swiftly to grab me again, but before he could reach me, someone skidded beside me, placing herself between us. It took a second to register—it was Eva.
Before I could blink, she struck.
First, his arm. Then, his thigh. A sharp grunt of pain escaped him. I heard a sickening crack. The man dropped to his knees—another brutal crack followed—and then he collapsed, unmoving.
Eva straightened her denim jacket, ran her fingers through her hair, and turned to face me.
"Are you alright? Did he touch you?" she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder as her eyes scanned me from head to toe.
I nodded, trying to piece my thoughts together. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
But as
