Chapter Thirty-One
Blindfolded, Sophia felt the callused hand close over her neck. She rotated her shoulder and turned to one side, breaking the hand’s grip. She maintained contact with the arm, measured the next attack and deflected the attack ever so slightly past her head. As she did so, she stepped on the inside of the attacker’s knee, breaking his form. She could almost sense the next blow. She turned to one side. The attack brushed past her stomach. She touched the attacker’s wrist lightly, thrust her hips forward just a couple of inches.
If this weren’t an exercise, she would’ve broken the joint in his elbow using only her hip.
‘Good.’ Sergey, her instructor, removed his arm and untied her blindfold. ‘You’re improving fast.’
The base’s resident martial arts instructor was a bulk
