Zoe POV

The impact is brutal—my entire body flies backward and slams into the chain-link fence with enough force that the metal rattles and groans, and the skin on my back erupts in searing pain as the rough links scrape and dig into my flesh.

I cry out, feeling blood spray from where the fence tore my skin, and for a moment I hang there trying to catch my breath while pain radiates across my back in hot waves.

This opponent is nothing like ...