She tapped her forearms. Whether she had enough strength to use magic at all proved irrelevant – Samuel darted at her so fast she didn’t have time to find out. His palm found her chest and she flew backwards, hit the ground and sprawled. Even before she could open her eyes she felt his cold hands on her, lifting her. He threw her into the wall. She turned her head at the last instant, saved herself a fractured skull, but her shoulder crunched and pain blossomed.
She’d come here to heal her broken ribs, and now had a broken collarbone.
She got to one knee as Samuel came for her. She held out a hand to stop him, to keep him away, and he grabbed her wrist, stepped back and yanked. China spun through the air, but he still had hold of her, and he turned and swung her back into the wall.
She dropped, gasping, unable to breathe. Collarbone broken. Those ribs again. Shoulder dislocated.