TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE
Tia struggled to lift herself, her legs trembling as she attempted to rise, her vision blurring from the pain. Her right arm hung uselessly at her side, bruised and battered, while her left, still functional but weak, shook as she tried to push herself off the ground. But before she could even fully stand, her body gave way, and she fell back to the street.
From nearby, she heard the heavy clanking of metal boots striking against the ground, each step of Jack's armored frame coming closer, echoing like a slow, ominous drum. Tia looked up, her vision sharpening just enough to see Jack looming over her, his hammer gripped tightly, poised to strike. His shadow fell over her, and she could see the mocking satisfaction in his eyes, even as he sneered down at her.