By the time she realized it, I was right in front of her. With my free hand, I coated my hand in ice and punched her as hard as I could. She released the post from the impact of my punch, causing it to clang on the ground. She hit the wall of the toy shop hard. The impact left a crater in the brick. A twinge of guilt at the damage, but I knew it could be repaired. My main prerogative was to protect my family and myself. 