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. On his third rush, though, he sent Luke sprawling but was unable to
crash down on top of him, as Luke was able to twist partly away and roll
when he hit. He tried kicking Dalt in the right kidney, though, as soon as
he'd scrambled to his feet, and Dalt caught his ankle and rose, bearing him
over backward. Luke landed a kick on the side of his knee with his other
foot as he went down, but Dalt kept hold of the foot, bearing down and
beginning to twist. Luke bent forward then, grimacing, and managed to catch
Dalt's right wrist with both hands and tear his foot free of the larger
man's grip. He doubled and moved forward then, still holding the wrist,
regaining his feet and straightening as he advanced, passing under Dalt's
arm on his right side, turning, and dragging him face downward to the
ground. He moved quickly then, bending the arm up into a hammerlock, holding
it with his right hand and seizing a handful of Dalt's hair with his left.
But as he drew Dalt's head backward-preparatory, I was certain, to slamming
it a few times against the ground-I saw that it wasn't going to work. Dalt
stiffened, and his arm started to move downward. He was straightening it
against Luke's lock. Luke tried pushing Dalt's head forward several times
then, without effect. It became apparent that if he released either hand he
was in trouble, and he wasn't able to maintain the hold
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