Charlie took the bag from her shoulder and held it out for
him. He reached for it. Once he had his hand around the strap, she
pulled back hard. The boy was pulled off
balance and Charlie grabbed the wrist of his knife-wielding hand and twisted
hard.
She was rewarded with a dull, moist pop as she broke the
joint.
He howled in pain and dropped the knife.
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