Emily falls to the ground with a splash in the soggy mud, completely drenched. She whirls around, onto her back, in search of the face attached to the fingers clutching her ankle.

He was just a kid. Tiny. Apparently unarmed, aside from a bow. But she didn't let herself stop to dwell on that fact. The fact that he was probably just a scared and confused innocent like her. She was still picturing him as an UNSUB.

She wrenched her ankle free with a quick twist of her leg, then drew her knee towards her chest, followed by a quick propulsion of her heel into his gut.