Chapter 31
“Judo,” Libs hissed, his mouth curved into a snarl. “An ancient art, one older than I. You learned it from the Ranger’s Manual of Martial Arts, no doubt.” He paused. “I learned it from a Japanese master, someone born in the Heian era, who took great pains to train me. I think you’ll find my judo skills much more advanced than your pitiful imitation.”
Rory didn’t even have time to blink before Libs had twirled into position, firmly gripped his arm and the strap of his armour, and launched him into the air. His landing was much less flawless, and he fell heavily on his side.