The hit went straight for her chest. She barely managed to raise her hands in time to block it, but the force of his attack cracked her bones.
She gritted her teeth, ignoring the searing pain, and used her legs to strike him in the stomach, her hands now dangling loosely.
Her attacks were able to buy her time. She flipped her hands in the air, snapping the bones back into place. 'Ow! f*ck, that hurts.' she thought as her bones began to heal.
''Little boy, don't make this harder than it has to be. Stand still and let me end your life,'' he said in a cold, matter-of-fact tone, as though she should simply heed his words.
''Looks like you've messed up your brain from taking too much junk. Let help me help you fix that,'' she muttered icily, secretly drawing out the laser pen.
