controlling Shawn

I pushed in fast before he’d realized his mistake. Now we were chest to chest. Or should I say, chest to sternum. There are few people in the world whom I have to look up to. Shawn was one of them. He tried stepping back, but I’d clamped the wing of his iliac crest between my thumb and forefingers.

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Using my thumb as a fulcrum, I tilted Shawn’s pelvis to the anterior and lifted upward, forcing his legs straight. Until he dislodged my grip, I had complete control of his center of gravity. I steered his seven-foot-three frame backward into the cavernous foyer of Hooper’s Heaven.
-Sledge vs. The Labyrinth, pg. 116-117