St George getting hit / pinned by Stealth

St. George went to stand up and Stealth slammed her hand onto his arm. It would’ve broken bones in a normal person. “No,” she snapped.
“They’re going to—”
“You cannot save him.”
“I have to try.” He shrugged off her grip, rolled to his feet, and saw Buzzcut push the old man.
She was a blur, spinning, sweeping his legs, knocking him back down. His head cracked into the rooftop and she was on top of him, straddling him, her forearm pressed into his throat.
He heard the screams and the gasp of the crowd.
“He is too far,” she hissed. “He is already dead and you will reveal us for nothing!”
He grabbed her arms. She weighed nothing and he knew he could throw her clear across the roof and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 344-345
Peter Clines
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