I moved before they realized what was happening. Years of training kicked in instinctively, each move calculated, each strike purposeful. The first guy lunged at me, but I side-stepped and brought my elbow down hard on his neck. He crumpled without a sound.
Before the others could react, I spun around and swept the legs out from under another, sending him crashing to the floor. Dustin’s smug grin faltered as he realized this wasn’t going to be the easy victory he had expected.
The third guy hesitated, giving me enough time to close the distance. I grabbed his wrist, a quick twist and a push sending him sprawling into the coach, who was still trying to process the rapid change in the atmosphere.
