Overpowers patrick and snaps knife

Ryn caught the knife and her eyes snapped open in the tent. Naomi startled awake beside her.
The razor tip of Patrick’s steel pocket knife trembled an inch from Naomi’s throat, held back from her pulsing carotid by Ryn’s hand.
The blond male threw all his weight into the knife, but Ryn dragged the point until it hovered above her instead. Glancing angrily at Naomi, she growled, “I only promised to spare him until he attacked.”
There was fear in Naomi’s eyes, and Ryn couldn’t tell who for. “Please don’t kill him.”
That left her some latitude.
“What the hell,” Patrick snarled, but when he caught a look at Ryn’s eyes, his face drained of color.
Snapping the steel blade off his knife, she flicked to her feet and planted her shoulder into his middle, tossing him flailing through a hole he’d slit in their tent. He fought for balance even as she strode after.
“You think you can stop me?” he shouted.
“Yes.” Ryn tossed him to the dirt, straddled his chest, and bludgeoned his face. Soon, other campers were unzipping tents and spilling out. Ryn took her time to disguise how fast she could be, which left her with an audience.
“Ryn!” Jane screamed. “Ryn, stop it, what are you doing!”
“Fixing his face.” It had started to look about right. “Almost done.” She gave it two more shots, releasing him so he flopped limp with drool and blood pooling from his shattered mouth.
With her gaze down to hide her eyes, she sensed how Jane darted forward. Naomi called out, “Patrick tried to kill me. But Ryn, stop it—you’re going too far.” The quaver in her voice stopped Ryn and Jane alike, the crowd paralyzed at what was unfolding.
“He’s not done yet.” Ryn seized Patrick’s arm, pushing him facedown and dragging the wrist into the air behind him. “Confession—” She twisted the bones into an alarming contortion. “—it’s good for your soul.”


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