His legs went out from under him as if his joints had turned to water, and he dropped straight down onto the wet grass, both knees hitting the dirt hard.

His three gym buddies froze.

One of them let out a short gasp, and all three backed up two quick steps onto the Caldwell pavement.

“What did you just do to my arm?” Trent whispered, his face going pale as he hugged his right wrist to his chest.

I took one measured step back and let my hands hang loosely at my sides, perfectly still.

“Get back on your side of the line, Trent,” I said.