Eleanor's POV
One moment, Brock was shouting. The next, he was just… there. Right in front of Roxy.
It happened so fast my brain couldn't process it. It was like he simply vanished from one spot and materialized in another, his fist already aimed at Roxy's face. I think if a human saw it, they would have missed it entirely. They would think he'd disappeared and reappeared by magic.
My own breath caught in my throat, my body frozen. I couldn't have moved if I tried.
But Roxy was already moving. She dropped, her body flowing downward like water, and his fist passed through the empty air where her head had been. As she sank, she drove her own fist up and into his stomach with a brutal, sharp crack.
The sound was sickening. Brock let out a choked grunt, the air forced from his lungs, and he was thrown backward, crashing onto the asphalt several feet away.
