Nina Donovan really couldn't stand watching others struggle like that.
It made her feel like some villain forcing an innocent into a corner.
So, to speed things up...
She grabbed Evan Sinclair and executed a shoulder throw.
Evan Sinclair: ?
His mind was still processing, but his body was already on the ground.
As Nina Donovan's fists came down, he didn't even have room to think.
'No, wait.'
'How the hell did this little monster get so strong!'
He, a nearly six-foot-tall guy, was completely powerless against her.
"AHH!! Wait, stop hitting me! I… Ah! It hurts! Nina Donovan, you… HOLY SHIT! Oww, oww, oww! Stop hitting me! I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"
With the recording pen successfully in hand,
Nina Donovan looked at Evan Sinclair, whose eyes were already swelling up, with a pained expression.
"My god, buddy, did I do all this? Let me help you up."
Nina Donovan reached out a hand to Evan Sinclair.
