The nunchuks were, as always, under Harv's head. Nell yanked them out and 
turned back toward the stranger, spinning her whole body around and snapping 
her wrist at the last moment just as Dojo had taught her. The end of the 
nunchuk struck the stranger's left kneecap like a steel cobra, and she heard 
something crack. The stranger screamed, astonishingly loud, and toppled into 
the sand. Nell spun the nunchuks around, working them up to a hum, and drew a 
bead on his temporal bone. But before she could strike, Harv grabbed her wrist. 
The free end of the weapon spun around out of control and bonked her on the 
eyebrow, splitting it open and giving her a total-body ice-cream headache. She 
wanted to throw up.