Max- Sweep and Ear Clap

  So pretty much everyone was already primed by the time the biggest guy reached Jeb, pulled a gun out of his coat, and jabbed it into Jeb’s side.

  “Nobody move!” the guy barked. “You’re all going to come with us! Somebody wants to see you.”

  “I don’t think anyone wants to see us looking like this,” said Dylan.

  The woman closest to him whirled, also pulling out a gun. In less time than it takes to tell, Dylan chopped the gun out of her hand, then grabbed her, locking her arms behind her back. So smoothly, so professionally, it was almost as though he had known she was coming.

  Immediately, I swept my foot under the third one’s shoes, knocking him off balance, then clapped my hands hard over his ears. He shrieked in pain as his eardrums popped, and he fell. I planted my foot firmly on his neck, ready to stomp if he moved a muscle.

- Fang: A Maximum Ride Novel, chapter 64