Phoebe didn't make it easy for them. She twisted, thrashed, and Attacked with vines, and other plant life. Clark, seeing that niether Beuce nor Pamela were in any condition to go after them, was after them in seconds.
Pamela scrambled up, battered and bruised, sucking in a breath. "Phoebe..." It came out like a chocked gasp,'and she struggled to the window.
Bruce slammed a hand down on a button on his desk, security slamming down around he school, and began to move, despite any pain he felt. Murderous rage boiled under the surface, and he was running.