He flew off his board and crashed onto the grass, rolling twice. The board shot forward, pinged off a lamppost and rolled into the gutter. Elliot groaned, flopped out on his back.

I pinned him in place, leaning my scuffed-up sneaker on a pressure point on the side of his left calf, immobilizing him.

He choked out a pained gasp.

Rohan arrived, kicking his board up to stop. "Nice."

"Thanks."

Rohan squatted down. "Where did you get the Sweet ...