A third man came at her with a broken bottle. Prue sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted until he dropped the weapon. Then she drove her knee straight into his gut with enough force to lift him off the ground. He folded, gasping, and hit the dirt. She was doing great, but he was also glad the men weren't trained in fighting, because she could still get hurt.

"Prue!" Nate shouted, clearing two more attackers. "The car!"

She looked at him, looked at the chaos around them, but then shook ...