As good as she had to be, she was predictable too. He knew she'd want the knife back so he was ready, grabbing at her wrist the same time she took his. He knew that the soldier could probably out maneuver him but he had strength and weight on his side so he used them, throwing himself at her and using the momentum of his body to both take her down and pull his arm in the other direction, yanking it out of her grip.
"You don't need to do this." He panted, the pain in his shoulder searing as he worked it.