In a blink, his gaze jumped to Ezren and she nodded, hundreds of hours of Bex’s hand-to-hand training surging through her in a rush of adrenaline. With a lunge, Ezren grabbed the man’s arm and used his momentum to flip him over her hip. He slammed into the floor, and twisting his hand, she wrested the gun from his fist, just as she’d practiced on Bex a hundred plus times in the past few days.
