She landed hard on the ground with a thud, wind knocked from her lungs. It hurt, everything hurt, and she very nearly lost herself before recovering her senses. Just as she caught her breath again, the crowbar came down across her and she could feel it crack against her ribs. It ached so badly she couldn't even scream. She could barely hold tight to her knife. Instinctively, she gripped it and without even thinking she attempted to defend herself with it, aiming for his arms, his side, whatever she could drive it into. She'd do anything, anything to get him to stop.