His anger gives me the excuse to act.

It's a horrible punch, all open stance and loose arms. I let the man come within an inch of hitting me and then I sidestep, twisting his arm behind his back and using the momentum of the turn. I swing my legs around until they wrap around his neck and use my weight to knock him right back to the ground, moving out of the way so that my knee is bent over his throat.

"Are you done now?" I ask. I look up to Sweeney. "I think he's done."