He was being dismantled by a woman he thought was nothing but a punching bag.
Dejó escapar un gruñido frustuoso y animalista.
Se lanzó hacia adelante con un pez trasero salvaje y giratorio.
It was a flashy, low-percentage street move he often used to intimidate terrified white belts.
He expected her to back away in fear.
My mom stepped inside the sweeping arc of his arm with absolutely zero hesitation.
As Derek spun, he exposed his back and completely lost his line of sight.
My mom crowded his space, smothering the dangerous strike before it could generate any real momentum.
Con su mano de plomo pesada, ella empujó su hombro con fuerza.
She completely destroyed his center of gravity.
Simultaneously, she chopped her rear leg viciously into his supporting thigh.
It was a textbook Dutch low kick, delivered with terrifying speed and horrifying intent.
Derek’s leg buckled entirely beneath his own weight.
