Angry and scared made for a dangerous combination, and Shay knew it firsthand. She nodded once, keeping herself low as she moved out from behind the car, going the other direction, it only took her a moment to assess the situation, the first one was down for the count, and it looked like Sam could handle the second one, at least for the moment, which left the third one for her. She could handle that, even if he was a head taller than her and had probably a hundred pounds on her.
She practically threw herself forward, glad, as always, for the initial moment of frozen startle that her face usually caused, because she used it to her advantage, surging forward all coiled tension and killer instinct. She got the first hit in, a solid punch to the man's chest. She cursed when she heard something crack, because she always forgot how fragile people were. She let him get a couple swings in, though she dipped and swayed easily around and under each of them. Which she tired of after a moment or two, darting forward again to clock him in the temple, watching him crumple to the ground before turning to scan for anyone else and to see if Sam needed help with the last one.