Roger moved quickly now, and he sought for me to attack him. For now, I was fine on the defensive. It was like a dance, me stepping back and him forward, and then him stepping back as I used his power against him, using my block to drive him back. At last, I whispered, “There.” He had placed a foot wrong, off the mat, and that was my chance. He didn’t even see me move. My leg swept out and hit his shin as my second leg hit him in the back of the knee. He collapsed, and I managed to get my legs out from underneath him in time. Pouncing on him, I dug my knees, which other people have said are bony, into his back and increased pressure on his arms, which were trapped underneath him. Suddenly, he pushed off the ground and flew backward, and so now he was on top of me. I growled at him and kicked him in the stomach as he grinned.

In seconds his knees where on either side of my hips, and his arms pinned my shoulders to the ground. I snarled but went limp, attempting to pull off the, ’I’m finished’ trick. He knew.