Anna flailed, kicked, did a lot of writhing and twisting to get out, but Phoenix weathered it like a steamtrain through a storm. It took a long count to grind to her feet, and the whole shaky way up she stared Anna down.
"I'm going to make your femorotibular joint into pudding."
That would come soon. First, however, was the takedown. With the leg already captured, all she had to do was pull and attempt to put this bitch on her back.