Diana takes down Jason

He lunged toward her.  She seized his shoulders, twisting to the side to bring him down, using his momentum, but he adjusted his stance-- very good reflexes-- and he regained his balance.  He was strong too, surprisingly so.  Diana found it was a bit like reaching for a pitcher and discovering it full instead of empty-- unexpected, but no great challenge.
She shifted her grip.  The fabric of her attacker’s shirt bunched in her hands as she slammed him against the wall.  The plaster splintered.  He groaned, and she shoved him to the floor, pinning him facedown, one arm extended, the tendons bending as she applied pressure.
“I’ll break it,” she said as he struggled against her.  “Be still.”