Rose cursed when Rolf managed to grab hold of her ankle. That hadn’t been the plan, but she knew it was fair game; she had left herself – stupidly – wide open for it. Rather than fight it, though, she let him yank her down, preparing herself before landing so it didn’t knock the wind out of her.
Barely had she hit the floor before she pulled her leg back hard; keeping the balance like this was a lot easier than standing on one foot. She pulled herself close to Rolf, before she twisted out of his grip and did her best to get on leg around his waist.