Hawker moved toward her to take her arms with his. His touch was soft and gentle at first—but then, without warning, Symington dove at her legs, tackling the woman knee-high, and Hawker tightened his own grip as Amassa began falling over. She gasped in amazement at the attack, and started reaching downward to her waist—but Hawker’s strong grasp held her firmly.
“Get the belt off her,” he told Symington.
The bigger man moved to comply, holding onto her viciously kicking legs with one arm while trying to unfasten her narrow belt with his free hand.
Amassa was still far from helpless. Her enormous, muscular wings beat furiously against the bodies of both men, battering them with considerable strength. She twisted and writhed in their grip, turning her head to bite Hawker’s ear, nearly ripp
