Silas snapped out of his shock, dropping the girl who was beaten half to death, grabbed a thick wooden club, and followed Wade out the door.
Watching the two men charge at her with murderous intent, Loyce didn't back away. She stepped right into their path.
Relying on his brute strength, Wade swung the heavy iron hoe directly at Loyce's head. The force behind the swing was lethal—he was going for a one-hit kill.
But Loyce was infinitely faster, and terrifyingly precise. She slipped past the arc of the heavy weapon effortlessly, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.
Wade felt a blinding pain in his wrists. Before his brain could even process what happened, the hoe had been ripped from his grip.
Loyce gripped the wooden handle and, without a shred of hesitation, drove the blunt end brutally into Wade's stomach.
"Urk—!"
Wade's eyes bulged from their sockets. His stomach violently convulsed, and he dropped straight to his knees, dry heaving in agony.
At that exact second, Silas's club came crashing down toward the back of Loyce's head.
As if she had eyes in the back of her skull, Loyce ducked and pivoted with flawless grace, letting the weapon sail over her.
Using her momentum, she swept the heavy handle of the hoe backward in a devastating arc.
*Crack!*
The solid wood smashed perfectly into the back of Silas's knees.
"Agh!" Silas shrieked, his legs buckling completely as he crashed hard onto the muddy ground. Loyce didn't pause for a fraction of a second. She spun around, driving the hard heel of her boot directly into his face.
Wade managed to force himself up and lunged at Loyce again. Seeing this, Silas dragged himself back into the house and emerged with a hunting shotgun, aiming it squarely at Loyce.
The battered, bleeding girl on the floor threw her head back and screamed toward the shattered window, "He has a gun!"
A split second later, Cassie yanked the girl backward by her hair, and the two began fighting violently on the floor.
The moment Loyce saw the shotgun, she abandoned any thought of leaving these men alive. She kicked Wade viciously in the chest, dropping him back to his knees. In one fluid, lethal motion, she clamped her hands around his head and wrenched it violently in Silas's direction.
The sharp, horrifying *snap* of his neck breaking echoed through the rain. Wade's eyes went instantly hollow as his lifeless body crumpled into the mud.
"Ahhh! You killed him!"
Terrified out of his mind by the sheer, inhuman lethality of the girl, Silas panicked and started firing the shotgun wildly, desperate to blow her apart. But Loyce moved like a phantom, flawlessly weaving through the chaos without a single pellet grazing her. Spotting the butcher knife Wade had dropped earlier, she scooped it up.
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