vs Caine

Murphy had better acceleration than I did. She caught up to Caine in time for him to swing one paw at her in a looping punch.
I almost felt sorry for the slob.
Murphy ducked the punch, then came up with all of her weight and the muscle of her legs and body behind her response. She struck the tip of his chin with the heel of her hand, snapping his face straight up.
Caine was brawny, big, and tough. He came back from the blow with a dazed snarl and swatted at Murphy again. Murph caught his arm, tugged him a little one way, a little the other, and using his own arm as a fulcrum, sent him flipping forward and down hard onto the floor. He landed hard enough to make the floorboards shake, and Murphy promptly shifted her grip, twisting one hand into a painful angle, holding his arm out straight, using her leg to pin it into position.
“That would be assault,” Murphy said in a sweet voice. “And on a police officer in the course of an investigation, no less.”
“Bitch,” Caine said. “I’m gonna break your—”
We didn’t get to find out what he was going to break, because Murphy shifted her body weight maybe a couple of inches, and he screamed instead.
“Whaddayou want?” Caine demanded. “Lemme go! I didn’t do nothin’!”


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