[ She didn't entirely expect Percy to listen to her so it's not a complete surprise that he jumps back into the fray. (Although now Claire is likely to reprimand both of them for it, now.) Her pistol goes flying out of her hand and clatters off to the side, well out of reach, and there's no time to recover it β she swings a fist and connects with a jaw, her own clenched tight against the plain that lances through her still-healing knuckles. Peggy feels someone come up behind her and that same arm punches back, driving hard into someone else's solar plexus and doubling them over. She ducks when the first one swings their club, which goes sailing over her head and clips the second man's temple when he straightens to suck in a breath and he drops like a stone to the ground.
One down, four to go.
Peggy pops back up and knows she needs to divest this man of his weapon, no matter how crude it may be. Glass crunches underfoot as she backs up and he advances; he swings the club at her once, twice β weaves to avoid the first blow, jerks back to avoid the second directed at her midriff and then she lunges to grab it. But there's water everywhere, spraying out of the street, and her fingers slip. He yanks it free of her hands and she loses her balance, falls, catches herself on her hands, and glass bites into the heels of her palms. ]
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One down, four to go.
Peggy pops back up and knows she needs to divest this man of his weapon, no matter how crude it may be. Glass crunches underfoot as she backs up and he advances; he swings the club at her once, twice β weaves to avoid the first blow, jerks back to avoid the second directed at her midriff and then she lunges to grab it. But there's water everywhere, spraying out of the street, and her fingers slip. He yanks it free of her hands and she loses her balance, falls, catches herself on her hands, and glass bites into the heels of her palms. ]