From the sharp cry that results from your seizing the fleeing figure and grabbing them, then flinging them down, you have a moment to reconsider your assumption of the target's gender.  Down she goes, grunting as the impact knocks the wind out of her.  In the moment it takes her to refocus on you, her eyes go wide and she starts trying to crabwalk away from you.<br/><br/><strong>"Whaddyafuk?"</strong>