The word hit the man head on, colliding into his skull with a burst of blood. A loud; POW! followed. Harry fell to the ground, writhing.
"Go!" Hailee encouraged them. "I can hold him off. You need to hurry!"
Leigh was about to grab Six when Harry stood up, obviously angry.
"You can't stop me." His voice was unnaturally calm and cold, like he was scolding a small child.
He reached forward, faster than Leigh could react. His hand wrapped around her wrist. It burnt like hell, with a disgusting sizzling noise following. She could feel her layers of flesh burning away, giving way to bone and muscle - Harry was flung backwards, letting go of Leigh's wrist and grabbing his own face instead. Of course, it didn't hurt him as it was his own Twist, but it was enough to buy her time. She nodded
