smashed by Drulinda

“Get out!” I screamed at the bistro. “Get out of here, people! Get the hell out now!” While I screamed, Drulinda slammed my brother’s back into a metal security grate so hard that it left a broad smear of his pale red blood on its bars.
People started hurrying out of the bistro, running for the parking lot.
Drulinda looked over her shoulder and let out another hissing squall of rage. At this opening, Thomas managed to get a grip on her arm, set his feet, and swing her into the wall, sending cracks streaking through the concrete. On the rebound, he swung her up and around and then down, smashing her down onto the floor, then up from that and into a security mesh again, crushing tile and bending metal with every impact.


Side Jobs, It’s My Birthday Too, Page 99