CHAPTER THIRTY
Although Riley knew that the physical attack was coming, she felt eerily calm.
Even her breathing was perfectly under control.
As her larger assailant lunged and grabbed her by the left wrist, Riley’s own movements became eerily dancelike. Time seemed to slow down.
Is this really fighting? she thought.
It seemed more like dreaming.
She turned her own left hand in a small, graceful semicircle, twisting his hand loose from her wrist. Then she took hold of his hand with her right hand and subtly moved her hips, hands, and feet simultaneously. She raised her right hand up to his elbow and lifted it up over his head.
His whole body turned forward as if he were hinged at the waist. He fell to his knees and she held his arm up behind his now helpless body.
Both Riley and he
