“I’m a Navy SEAL!” He Hit Her Once — She Knocked Him Out in Front of 1,040 Troops
Chapter 6
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He was falling directly into her strike zone.She didn't hesitate. She didn't wait to see if he would recover. He had initiated a physical assault, and her training dictated that she eliminate the threat until the threat was neutralized.As his head dropped to waist level, she grabbed the back of his collar with her left hand, pulling his downward momentum forward. Simultaneously, she chambered her right leg and drove her knee upward with every ounce of explosive force she possessed.Bone met bone.The crown of her knee connected dead center with his jawline. The impact was sickeningly loud—a sharp, snapping crack that echoed off the corrugated steel ceiling of the hangar. Hayes's head snapped back violently. His eyes rolled up into his skull, showing only the whites, before his body went completely slack.He collapsed like a demolished building. There was no bracing for impact, no attempt to catch himself. His 220-pound frame crashed onto the concrete floor like a sack of wet sand, his gear clattering loudly in the absolute silence of the room. He bounced once, rolled onto his back, and lay perfectly still, his arms splayed out at unnatural angles.He was out cold.She took one half-step back, re-establishing her base, her hands still up, her chest heaving. A drop of blood from her bitten cheek rolled down her chin and dripped onto the collar of her uniform. She looked down at him. His chest rose and fell in shallow, unconscious breaths. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't waking up anytime soon.Slowly, she lowered her hands.The silence in the hangar was absolute. It was a heavy, suffocating quiet: 1,040 combat-trained men stood frozen like statues. Nobody cheered; nobody yelled. The sheer shock of what they had just witnessed had short-circuited the collective brain of the room. The untouchable alpha dog, the loudest guy in the room, had just been dismantled in exactly two seconds by a woman half his size.Her jaw throbbed with a hot, radiating pain. She could feel the adrenaline beginning to recede, leaving behind the inevitable physical tremors in her fingers. She clenched her fists to hide the shaking. She refused to show weakness: not now, not ever.She turned her back on Hayes's unconscious body and looked at the skinny Air Force kid holding his empty water jug. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes wide behind his standard-issue glasses.She wiped the blood off her chin with the back of her hand."Go ahead and fill your water, Airman," she said, her voice perfectly level. "The line is moving."It took exactly 12 seconds for the spell to break."Corpsman!" a voice finally bellowed from the back of the crowd. "Get a medic up here!"The sea of uniforms parted violently. Two Navy corpsmen with trauma bags sprinted through the gap, sliding to their knees next to Hayes.