Salvation

A screaming mass entered the fray, a shoulder at full speed sending Tim’s assailant hard onto his side, knife skittering over the edge of the mountain. Rachel dropped knees first onto them as they tried to recover, pounding her clenched fists into their face, biting the persons arms and hands any time they tried to defend themselves from her. Her pure frantic rage was stronger than their desire to keep themselves alive, and quickly overwhelmed it. Rachel grabbed their head in both her hands and starting driving it into the rock beneath them. The third time she raised their head and drove it into the ground with all her strength, the person had stopped moving entirely. The small but growing pool of black seeping from their head would have been blood red in the daylight.