Megan ducked under the bald man's swinging arm and with lightning speed, slipped behind him. Grabbing his shoulders, she kicked his lower back right at the spine.
In her past life, she ditched yoga for full-on Taekwondo and street fighting. Now a black belt, she knew exactly where to strike. The guy stumbled, smashed into the wall, and fell to his knees with blood spilling from his nose. "Damn it, I think my back's broken!" he howled.
Megan didn't pause. She darted forward and landed a solid left hook to his jaw. His body folded, head tilted, coughing out blood mixed with a couple of teeth.
Still defiant, the bald man slurred, "Get her! Finish her!"
Her stiletto heel pinned down on his neck. Face cold as ice, Megan stared down at him like a demon from hell. "Let the girl go,
