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Ryn removed her glasses and the rest came too fast. The skinniest gangster, who seemed their leader, panicked and flailed away like she was a rabid dog. The slight, raven-haired teenager caught Denise. Kid’s strong for her size. She passed Denise to Naomi.
The biggest gangbanger came at her and Ryn did something to his arm. It bent wrong. He fell and she flew off his back like a demon, clobbering the last thug. That one dropped too and she turned to deliver the big one a parting knee to his jaw.
“What the hell,” Mark said. “Play it again.”
It had been terrifying in its speed and brutality, its unexpectedness, and something in Mark’s voice prickled Tom’s skin. “Why?”
“What she did there— Just play it again.”
Again, he watched. He saw more this time—saw details concealed by speed. The girl had done too much in too short a time for him to understand before, but it looked like she’d caught the big one’s wrist, broke it with a jerk, and knocked him down with a backhand before launching into the last punk. It wasn’t just a clobbering, either. It was at least six blows, shots like cobra strikes that blurred together. The knee to the big guy’s jaw looked like an afterthought. She didn’t even look down at him.
“Shit,” Mark breathed. “From the top.”
“You going to tell me—”
“Just play it.”
They watched a third time and now Tom just noted her expression: a twisted, animal look of hatred, and through pixelated footage her bared teeth seemed somehow wolfish.
“Jesus,” Mark whispered. “Never even touched the first guy. Just looked at him. Whatever those sunglasses are covering, it’s got to be disturbing. Scars maybe. Whatever it was, it must have told him the truth.”
“What truth?”
“Everything was smoothly executed, right down to the way she caught Denise and transferred her to your daughter. There’s economy in every step. She’s a veteran.”
“You mean a soldier?”
“She’s fought. Who for, and why? Hard to say. But she knows how to hurt people in ways you don’t learn in a studio. Her backhand nailed a nerve in the big one’s jaw—broke it, too, I’d say. Maneuvered his body in the other guy’s way, blocked his advance. And then her leap—it’s fast. I wouldn’t have seen it coming; it’s an ambush maneuver. She pinned his shoulders, seized his hair in one fist, and delivered ten, twelve full-impact blows in less than a second. No one I’ve met can do that—not with that speed and force—and I’ve met guys I wouldn’t take on without a SWAT team. That knee at the end? She’s got either near-perfect peripheral vision or a spatial awareness most fighters would kill for.”


Chapter 10, Page 149-150