It's a good throw. Unfortunately, the other fucker doesn't get stunned by it. The reaction is nearly immediate; this fucker's fast, all right. And trained. Gabe hisses as he's hauled forward, stumbling before he can correct and going down hard.

He twists as he goes down, wrenching hard against the chain. And punching forward with his hidden knife in the same breath. Gabe knows himself. He has to win this thing fast or he won't win at all. Shock and awe, the way the Wolves taught him.