Hunted (Dark Secrets Book 1) by Allie Juliette Mousseau Page B
Authors: Allie Juliette Mousseau
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he looked stormy now—concerned or conflicted. Maybe he was just frustrated with me. Maybe my answer disappointed him. Had he really meant it? Was it more than just an off-the-cuff suggestion?
"How does this look?" Theron's voice broke through my inner musings. "The bag is just about full." He held it open for me to inspect.
"So it is," I said.
We carried our bounty back to camp, and Theron lit a fire. I secured the fiddleheads up in the Ursack. I could hear the iPod playing The Black Keys. I came over to join him.
"Don't sit down," he said as I approached. He stood up to stand in front of me as if to block my way. "Since you've decided to track down your mother I want to teach you some combat moves."
"I've handled myself pretty well in the past," I said, a little smugly, "without your tutoring."
"Yes you have, but you've always had access to a weapon. What if you were caught off guard with no protection? What would you do then?" he asked seriously.
Before I had even had a chance to formulate an answer, Theron was behind me and had me to the ground on my knees in a headlock. I was pinned.
"Get off of me!" I said severely.
"I've seen you with a bow and arrow —and a hair pin—but what do you do if you have nothing to grab?" He wasn't letting up.
"Okay fine, I'll play your way." I tried to scratch at his eye, but he dodged that easily and laid his head on my back. I couldn't get to his groin or his nose. Great.
"Come on, Freya! I'm a Taker. What are you going to do?"
"Get taken," I said sarcastically.
"Not an option!" he said severely and squeezed me tightly in his grip.
I felt my pulse react to the adrenaline he had just sent surging through me. But it immediately turned into panic because I couldn't reach any of the vital areas I knew.
"Grab hold of my ear in a firm grip and peel it away from my head as if to rip it off," he instructed.
I reached my hand around me and grasped the soft moon of his outer ear and pulled.
"Don't really rip it off!" he said as he rolled off of my back and to the right side of me. Without hesitation he locked his hands around both of my wrists like a vice. "Now what?" he challenged. "And no groin kicks! You've already proven that they have armor there."
I tried to break free conventionally, but he was too strong.
"Solar plexus," he instructed. "Drive your elbow with all of your force into the center area of his middle trunk, below the diaphragm." He let go of my left wrist to position my right elbow onto the top of his vulnerable solar plexus. He continued, "Use your momentum to propel you. You'll disable your attacker and have a good chance to get away."
I nodded, "Okay."
"Now," he continued as he helped me to my feet, "remember, I will never hurt you, I promise." With that, he girded his fingers around my throat and threatened to choke me.
Outstanding, I thought.
"To break out of this, lace your fingers together like you're going to pray," he explained. "Only firmly. Then thrust your hands up as hard as you can into the bottom of your attacker's chin. The hit will knock him off balance. When that happens, you push against him with all your body weight and bring both arms up into the crooks of his inner elbows and slam outward."
We worked through the movement like a dance. When he was pleased with my performance, he smiled proudly. "Very good. That move will also work if you can break the hold first." Again, he showed me how to maneuver my arms into the bend of his inner elbows. "But this time come down forcefully on the bridge of his nose with your linked hands."
I demonstrated that I understood, placing my double handed fist on his nose bone.
"Perfect," he said. "Another… The Taker secures you from behind." He had me in another hold before I could stop him. "Try stomping down hard onto his instep." He shook his foot to indicate where I was to stomp. "If that doesn't knock him completely off, bring your knee up and force the sole of your foot into his shin. And if
"How does this look?" Theron's voice broke through my inner musings. "The bag is just about full." He held it open for me to inspect.
"So it is," I said.
We carried our bounty back to camp, and Theron lit a fire. I secured the fiddleheads up in the Ursack. I could hear the iPod playing The Black Keys. I came over to join him.
"Don't sit down," he said as I approached. He stood up to stand in front of me as if to block my way. "Since you've decided to track down your mother I want to teach you some combat moves."
"I've handled myself pretty well in the past," I said, a little smugly, "without your tutoring."
"Yes you have, but you've always had access to a weapon. What if you were caught off guard with no protection? What would you do then?" he asked seriously.
Before I had even had a chance to formulate an answer, Theron was behind me and had me to the ground on my knees in a headlock. I was pinned.
"Get off of me!" I said severely.
"I've seen you with a bow and arrow —and a hair pin—but what do you do if you have nothing to grab?" He wasn't letting up.
"Okay fine, I'll play your way." I tried to scratch at his eye, but he dodged that easily and laid his head on my back. I couldn't get to his groin or his nose. Great.
"Come on, Freya! I'm a Taker. What are you going to do?"
"Get taken," I said sarcastically.
"Not an option!" he said severely and squeezed me tightly in his grip.
I felt my pulse react to the adrenaline he had just sent surging through me. But it immediately turned into panic because I couldn't reach any of the vital areas I knew.
"Grab hold of my ear in a firm grip and peel it away from my head as if to rip it off," he instructed.
I reached my hand around me and grasped the soft moon of his outer ear and pulled.
"Don't really rip it off!" he said as he rolled off of my back and to the right side of me. Without hesitation he locked his hands around both of my wrists like a vice. "Now what?" he challenged. "And no groin kicks! You've already proven that they have armor there."
I tried to break free conventionally, but he was too strong.
"Solar plexus," he instructed. "Drive your elbow with all of your force into the center area of his middle trunk, below the diaphragm." He let go of my left wrist to position my right elbow onto the top of his vulnerable solar plexus. He continued, "Use your momentum to propel you. You'll disable your attacker and have a good chance to get away."
I nodded, "Okay."
"Now," he continued as he helped me to my feet, "remember, I will never hurt you, I promise." With that, he girded his fingers around my throat and threatened to choke me.
Outstanding, I thought.
"To break out of this, lace your fingers together like you're going to pray," he explained. "Only firmly. Then thrust your hands up as hard as you can into the bottom of your attacker's chin. The hit will knock him off balance. When that happens, you push against him with all your body weight and bring both arms up into the crooks of his inner elbows and slam outward."
We worked through the movement like a dance. When he was pleased with my performance, he smiled proudly. "Very good. That move will also work if you can break the hold first." Again, he showed me how to maneuver my arms into the bend of his inner elbows. "But this time come down forcefully on the bridge of his nose with your linked hands."
I demonstrated that I understood, placing my double handed fist on his nose bone.
"Perfect," he said. "Another… The Taker secures you from behind." He had me in another hold before I could stop him. "Try stomping down hard onto his instep." He shook his foot to indicate where I was to stomp. "If that doesn't knock him completely off, bring your knee up and force the sole of your foot into his shin. And if
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