The scavengers charged, their weapons raised, their faces contorted with a mixture of greed and bloodlust.
The first scavenger lunged at her, swinging his pipe with clumsy force.
Brittney sidestepped the blow, her movements fluid.
She grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back, her grip like a vise.
He cried out in pain as she slammed him into the ground, the air rushing from his lungs.
The second scavenger swung his knife, aiming for her throat.
Brittney ducked under the blow, her heart pounding in her chest.
She delivered a swift kick to his groin, her aim precise, her power devastating.
He crumpled to the ground, clutching himself and groaning, his face contorted with agony.
The third scavenger hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes.
He was younger than the others, his
