She pummels at his face, until between the two of them a viewer would be hard-pressed to decide who's more beaten up. She grabs his collar and slams him back against the ground, even as his struggling rips over her own stitches and paves the way for ugly bruises. Then she grabs her flashlight.

It's heavy, laden with batteries, made of metal. It's better as a club than it is for light. She raises it above her head and brings it down like a hammer.