I put quick, controlled pressure on the nerve point at his wrist and steered his forward momentum down toward the ground.

Trent’s feet came right off the grass as his own momentum rolled him sideways through the air.

He landed flat on his chest in the grass with a heavy thud that knocked the wind clean out of him.

I stayed on my feet, holding his right arm still across his upper back with one hand while I kept my balance steady next to his shoulder.

I put no weight at all on his back or neck, keeping him in place with nothing but careful leverage on his wrist joint.