Oli has successfully beaten two of them with the shards of glass in her hands. She has stabbed them on their abdomen and knees.
They took a step back and howled in pain but the next one had already seen her both tricks. He was furious that his friends had been beaten by a young girl.
When Oli tried to stab him too, he held her hand tightly and twisted it so hard that a shard of glass fell on the ground.
She winced in pain. More than his actions, she felt another cramp in her stomach and a flood of blood. It made her knees go weaker.
She sucked a deep breath as if her soul had left her body. The man smirked viciously, with a look of pride in his face. He knew that the girl was not anything special and he could beat her easily.
It must be that the man attacking her before was not that strong. With a look of disdain he looked at the girl withering in pain with such a small twist of her arms.