The pistol flew from her grip, bouncing off a nearby cargo container before clattering to the deck. Not bothering to retrieve the phaser, Georgiou pounced, closing the distance separating her from the man and driving the heel of her right hand up under his chin. He grunted in surprise and pain as her other hand closed around the phaser rifle’s barrel and she pulled. Then she lashed out with a second strike, the edge of her hand catching him across the bridge of his nose.
