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Hok found herself
flat on her back, trapped in a straight-arm lock that she
could not escape from.
Tsung had
a firm grip with both of his hands on her right wrist, her arm
clamped tightly between his thighs. The back of Tsung's left
leg was across her chest. Hok was pinned to the ground with
her arm painfully outstretched.
"I
bet they never taught you that move at Cangzhen," Tsung said.
"Great fun, isn't it?" he laughed.
Hok's eyes began to water from the strain she felt on her arm.
Tsung raised his hips slowly, and Hok felt her elbow
hyperextend in a direction it wasn't designed to move--inside
out.
Hok
tried to pull away, or shift left or right, or do something,
but it was no use. The more she pulled, the worse it hurt. She
began to breathe in great gulps. Hok felt the sinews in her
arm begin to pop. Her outstretched arm was going to snap. She
wanted to scream, but she held it in.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Tsung purred. "You think this is bad?
Wait. After I break your arm, I'm going to dislocate every
joint in your body, one at a time--"
Hok
knew the end of her arm was near. She would soon lose her
life, too. She had to do something. Without another thought,
she thrust her hyperextended elbow skyward and twisted her
body as hard as she could to one side.
Hok
heard her arm snap before she felt it, a clean break somewhere
below the elbow. She cried out, but continued to twist.
Tsung's grip faltered, and Hok yanked her mangled arm free.
She hopped to her feet and raced into the trees, cradling her
broken arm as tears of pain cascaded over a badly bruised
cheekbone. It even hurt to cry.
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