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- In his eyes and body language she saw the subtle clues that he was going to try something stupid. She kept going, preparing herself; and as she came within reach, he threw a punch at her throat with everything he had.
- But speed, power, and desperation were no match for Force-driven awareness and reflexes. Mara merely leaned slightly to the side, allowing the fist to shoot harmlessly past. The clean miss threw Birtraub completely off balance, and as he half lunged, half fell toward her Mara swiveled on her right foot, moving out of his way.
- Some people would have figured it out at that point. Birtraub wasn't one of them. Even as he lurched past, cursing, he snapped a kick backward toward her. Mara sidestepped it and, almost as an afterthought, swept his other leg out from under him.
- He hit the floor flat; and with that, the last bit of fight was finally out of him. "Whenever you're ready," Mara said calmly, nudging him in the ribs with her foot.
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