They weren't just going to run now that they had been hurt. Two teenaged girls weren't going to make fun of them, or, at least not without getting beaten into the dirt for it.

The thug let her stumble back, enjoying that he was beating her, after she had shown so much strength. He was about to attack again, ready to punch the smug grin off her face.

"No! Leave her alone!"

Something hard slammed into his back, making him stumble. It was Rakka's lightning staff, powerless but still heavy enough to hurt when she threw it at him.