action;

[His momentum prevented him from changing course as she slipped around his back, but he was experienced enough to drop his shoulders and roll them down and to the side as they moved passed each other. He was expected a punch to the back of the head, not a syringe full of drug which scored a hit enough that some of the sedative injected into his muscle. He twisted away from it, muscle tensing enough to snap the metal off.

Yet, he whipped around to try to seize her poncho but with full intent of grabbing the material below that layer as it was likely to be more stable. At the same time, his left hand swung to charley-horse her thigh, using every advantage of having a long reach if he could.

So, she believed she could only win with sedatives, huh? Or she wanted him down to take her time killing him. Or to allow Silco the opportunity.]