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[i]-A sharp click. Yancy may feel an unyielding pressure snap about his left wrist at the apex of one of his initial wild swings, followed a split second later by a second ominous click. Just like that he'd feel something opposing the motion of his left arm, keeping it held across himself. Donny's left hand had flashed out of its pocket, one end of a pair of steel cord handcuffs in his grip. The ratchet and cheek plates at the other end would have cut a silver arc into Yancy's wrist and snapped shut, and in the same motion the other end was slapped onto one of the safety bars near Yancy's right, the ones that passengers are expected to use when without a seat to maintain their standing balance whilst the vehicle is in motion. Should this all occur Donny would dart backwards as far as he could, low and fast with his hands held out and fingers splayed before himself like protective wards, leaving Yancy secured in place and still on fire.-[/i]