Even though he did not turn, his gaze never left her, showing he held a confidence even with his back to Izzy. When she fully closed the circle and went in to attack and Theurge whipped around, she saw his arm coming and ducked beneath it. She felt the wind of it on her skin.
	Thankful for her quick reflexes--and even quicker memory recall--she gripped his outstretched arm with one hand on his wrist and the other at his elbow as she had seen in the illustration, and pulled toward her, using his own propulsion to aid in hurling him against the ground. Should he fall, she braced to land a kick of her own to his head, before leaping away.