You jump onto Sara's foot, but the man is right behind you, trying to grab at you with outstretched hands.
You both stand, on the toe of Sara's shoe, waiting for the other to make a move. You size him up; he's about your height, but a bit more flabby around the belly. You can take him. But still, you'll wait for him to make the first move.
Sara ends up making the first move. The scraping that you failed to hear through your intense concentration was the chair being dragged back; now she steps forwards, ready to sit.
You both try to get balance as the ground shifts - he recovers first, and jumps at you again as the foot comes down.
The shock of the step pitches him back even as he reaches you, and you are shaken as well. You both tumble over in a confused heap, rolling to a halt at Sara's ankle.
"Won't you stop and listen to me?" he spits through gritted teeth.
You don't get a chance to reply - Sara sits down, and hucks her chair forwards a little. The movements of her foot during this process throw you both to the other end, and put you on top of your opponent.
Staring into his bloodshot eyes, you hope that Sara doesn't cross her legs.
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