“HEY!” screamed a different deep voice.
After a few seconds, Marty rolled over trying to make sense of what she was seeing. A fight?
Suddenly her eyesight was clear.

It was Brandon.

Brandon had grabbed Clint’s shirt collar and thrown him against a pole, but then Clint swung one right in Brandon’s gut.

Marty could hear herself breathing, inside her head. She hated colds.

She made herself get up and she stumbled her way in the fight. With whatever strength she had left, she used to it to get in the middle of those two. She tried to scream the words ‘STOP IT’, but air was all the came out. She felt a three more bruising pains before she felt her feet come off the ground.