All her internal warning bells went off at once.  The tension in his body, the way he clamped down on her hand, the massive surge of adrenaline through his body, and that growl - all of them were big flashing warning signs that the man was furious.  He moved faster than she could react though and she quickly found herself flying through the air.<br/><br/>Clara somehow managed to twist in mid-air, not much, but enough to ensure that her kidneys would not take the brunt of the damage.  Pissing blood was something she had experienced before and it was something she'd prefer not to do again.  Still, she crashed into the tree and fell to the sidewalk in a heap.  Hanz was upon her before she could move, rolling her onto her back and pinning her down, yelling in her face.<br/><br/>What onlookers and bystanders saw was a very large, very angry man beating and abusing a much smaller young woman.<br/><br/>What Clara saw was an enemy that must be stopped at any cost.<br/><br/>Without thought or hesitation, she slammed her head into his, a picture-perfect meeting of her forehead and his nose,  She was rewarded by his hold on her loosening.  Not much, but enough for her to twist her shoulders and scramble out from under him.  One hand pressed against her back, providing support to her sore muscles.  An older woman sucked in a breath and began to fuss about someone needed to grab that man and help that girl.<br/><br/>The proximity of the crowd and the circle they were forming started to feel very overwhelming.  The desire to put him out of commission changed quickly to a desire to get away.  But first, she had to make sure he couldn't follow.<br/><br/>A scan of the scene, one much faster than any human would be able to complete and process, revealed a branch that had fallen from the tree he'd so callously tossed her into.  Wasting no time, she would up like she was about to hit a fence-clearing homerun and swung the thick branch at the side of Hanz's head.