Bang——!
The massive collision made her internal organs ache, shards of glass slicing across her face, neck, and arms, blood on her forehead blurring her vision. She felt like she was on a roller coaster, flipping over repeatedly, with large swathes of blood staining half of her face red.
Her pale arm hung powerlessly on the shattered window frame, Blood Pearl dripped from her fingertips onto the ground.
Five or six tall men clad in black emerged from the car that hit her, surveyed her condition, and rudely dragged her out of the vehicle.
Aurelia Shaw retained a thread of consciousness, only sensing the figures swaying before her, a strong sense of danger surrounding her, something she was unusually attuned to.
This group of people wanted her dead!
She drew the knife from her leg and fiercely slashed at the man's arm.
The man hadn't expected her to still be conscious, nor to fight back, and... who in their right mind would carry a knife on them!
