Claire pushes down the flash of dual emotions caught between guilt and satisfaction as she hits him in the side with the metal bar. She is sure that she has broken a rib or two and she knew that if he didn't have her power, then he would be a lot worse than he is when he heals seconds later.

Then she can feel the slivers twisting inside of her, her breath catching as her knees go a little weak and she is sure that a couple slivers are cutting into something they shouldn't. She can feel her body struggling to fight to push out the wood pieces, just like when she had smashed her hand through a window or when her body pushed out a bullet.

"Swing harder, you mean?" Her eyes narrow and so she pulls back, swinging the bar once more. This time she swings a little harder at him.