It seemed that he still didn't get that she wasn't your average two bit hacker. That there was a network that started with her and didn't end. And right now that didn't matter. The chair wasn't going to be moving anytime soon and the time for talk was over.
He had a baton and a knife. She had two escrima sticks and a lack of motion. And possibly most importantly, while he clearly knew what he could do, he was very confident in his abilities. Which meant that it was time for the unorthodox!
The Soldier was coming at her fast. He had a lot of force behind him, the baton swinging. Barbara ducked and grabbed his arm. She only had one shot at this. She had a firm grip on his arm and used his force against him, throwing him over her shoulder and into a table of old computer parts - metal, some with edges. She winced, the knife cut into her bicep cutting the fabric and her skin. The force of it caused the chair to move forty degrees around.
She needed the second she had to figure out her next move. The odds of her wining this on her own were small. She was going up against an international assassin who was a ghost to much of the intelligence community and needed to be brought in under just about any circumstances. What she needed right now was to stay alive. Stall... that was what was the obvious answer. She needed to stall until someone came. Get what hits she could, keep him moving even if she couldn't... stay alive, ignore the pain in her arm. Because she was not going to die here.