Bathroom Brawl

"You murdering bastard!" shrieked Stacy. She clenched her fist and dashed forward, pushing his gun aside with one hand and punching him in the face with the other. Even though she put her full weight behind it, the punch barely affected the man: His head tilted slightly to the side but it was like punching concrete and Stacy's fist hurt like hell.

She ignored the pain and followed up by pulling his arm straight and then brought her knee up into the man's elbow joint in an attempt to get him to drop the gun. It should have hyper-extended the joint but he barely noticed and doggedly held onto the weapon. He barged into her and it felt like getting hit by a car. She fell back, sliding across the bathroom floor and he level led his gun at her. She spun on the floor and threw out her foot, knocking the gun to the side as he fired, a bolt of white energy slamming into the a cubicle door. She kept rotating, bringing herself onto her feet and swinging her other foot round high, slamming it into the side of his head. It knocked his head back into the wall so hard that the tiles actually cracked. She followed up with an elbow to his head and immediately hammered down on his hand with her forearm. This time she managed to loose the gun from his grip and it clattered across the floor into one of the cubicles.

The man swung an arm at her head. Stacy got an arm up to stop it but the punch was so powerful it just swept her block aside and slammed into the side of her head so hard she saw a flash of light and then her vision blurred. He hit her in the stomach and she doubled over, falling to her knees. She tried to get up but she couldn't breathe and he grabbed her by the hair, dragging her into the cubicle. He pushed her head down into the toilet bowl and she gripped the sides, fighting it, trying to get her head above the water. Her muscles strained but he was so impossibly strong. Her lungs felt like they were going to burst and her head was throbbing. She tried the opposite. She relaxed. Went with it, letting him push her head down into the toilet water and letting her muscles recover. They suddenly she pushed up. She managed to get draw in a lungful of air before he pushed her down again. She flailed around but that was her best shot. It was hopeless: she didn't have anything else to give.

1. Stacy's hand closed around the gun on the floor
2. She was saved by Astra

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