I bent my leg in front of me and, focusing on the spot that Àrmọ had showed me, slammed my foot into the man’s chest. Immediately, he doubled over and fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen. His frantic gasps for air were much too desperate to be faked. After a moment, I snapped out of my shock. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think that would work—Àrmọ, it’s not funny,” I hissed over my shoulder, but he was laughing too hard to hear.
