toward her head, she ducked underneath it, stepping deep into Bull's guard. She didn't
strike him.
Instead, she used his own massive momentum. She grabbed his extended arm, pivoted her
hips, and executed a flawless shoulder throw. Bull’s massive frame sailed through the air,
crashing onto the mat with a thud that shook the ring.
Before he could draw breath to recover, Elara dropped onto him, her knee pinning his
chest, her hands securing his extended arm in a savage armbar. She applied just enough
pressure to make the joint groan. "Tap," she said quietly.
Bull frantically slapped the mat with his free hand.
Elara released him and stood up. She looked at the clock on the wall. Forty-five seconds.