She was ready for his attack this time but there was no escaping the explosive attack.  He tackled her in perfect form again and once more she hit the ground.  This time though, she snarled, her upper lip curling up to bare her teeth at him.  It wasn't nearly as loud as the great grizzly roar that bellowed forth from him but her anger was quite apparent.  Flat on her back, only five miles from being a virtual prisoner, wasn't the way Clara intended to spend any chunk of time.<br/><br/>"The Germans lost the war," she snapped.  "Washington is the capital, New York still stands."  Anger flashed in her eyes as she stared defiantly up at him.  Lying was an impossible feat to get by Clara.  She strongly suspected he was the same way.  Any microexpression, change in heart rate or temperature, or even the composition of her sweat would be a dead giveaway that she was telling the truth.  All he had to do was<i>smell</i>.<br/><br/>However, enough was enough.  She'd wasted enough time with this fool.  If he wanted to become a test subject, he was welcome to it.  She was getting the hell out of dodge.<br/><br/>Clara tugged her arms downward, testing his grip's strength.  Just as she suspected, he was strong, his hands not budging an inch despite her own greater-than-average strength.  She set her teeth, her jaw clenching, as this time she shoved her arms<b>upward</b>then yanked down sharply, twisting at the end to work the thumb joint through the circle of his fingers.