Breaks a knife with her fingers

Number five, in contrast, came at me with a big, wicked-looking combat knife — and I trapped the blade between my thumb and fingers, then snapped it off at the hilt like it was nothing more than a twig. Before he even had time to be surprised, I dropped the blade, grabbed his wrist, and did another hip throw, planting him face first into the walkway. While he was stunned, I took the wrist still in my hand, pulled his arm behind his back until it hurt, then tied the strap of his gun around it, such that if he tried to pull his arm free, he’d choke himself.