Vs. grappling

I rolled, pulling him over me, and then kicked him to the center of the room. Where Emmett was waiting.
	For the entire quarter of a second that I was grappling with the tracker, I was barely aware of him as a living creature. He was just an object in my way. I knew that at some point in the near future, I would be jealous of Emmett and Jasper. I would wish for the chance to claw and slash and sever. But that was all meaningless now. I spun.