The [i]crack[/i] of a breaking bone made a shudder run down Izzy’s spine. She released the bar and only just managed to back away when Theurge lashed out at her.
	Though he was currently incapacitated, Izzy knew that, if her body could regenerate entire limbs, then a broken knee would not keep him down for long, and with her weapon wrapped around his leg, she had nothing to land a second blow without risking her life.
	Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the equipment shed. She took a few backward steps toward it as Theurge pried the pole from his leg, then turned and ran for the shed. She wrenched the padlock off, splintering the part of the door onto which it was attached. She pulled the door open, and raced inside.
	Despite the darkness, she could make out the various bits of equipment lining the walls, from baskets filled with various types of balls, to a stack of uniforms and helmets. She needed something long-distance. Quick as a flash, she grabbed a basket of baseballs and an aluminum bat, and rushed back to the door.
	Taking note of where Theurge was, she dropped the bucket beside her, quickly picked up a baseball, tossed it in the air, and swung the bat. With an earsplitting [i]crack![/i] the baseball sped toward Theurge as Izzy bent to pick up another one and repeat the action to pelt him with baseballs.