“I’m going to send you to the emergency room,” Trent said.

He dug his right heel into the grass and lunged at me, swinging a wild, looping right hook straight at my jaw.

The punch had plenty of power behind it, but it came in wide and I could see it coming a mile off.

I didn’t step back into the crowd of neighbors standing behind me.

I turned my left foot in, sliding my upper body two inches inside the curve of his swing so his fist passed through empty air next to my ear.

Before he could pull his right arm back, my right hand caught his wrist from below while my left forearm pressed firmly against the back of his elbow.