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Dylan let out a small groan of pain as the looter had charged him and succeeded in tackling him to the ground, judging from the size he'd guess the looter was female. Son of a bitch! He cursed as he saw his M4 assault rifle was kicked off the roof out of the corner of his eye, the looters was going to get it now. Pulling himself back onto his feet, Dylan turned and saw the looter make the first move which was a left hook aimed for his face. Not this time. He brought himself to counter the punch, it was what he often did in taking down drunken perps who thought it'd be a good idea to hit a police officer. He caught the punch and grabbed the looter's left arm twisting it behind her body. He swung his leg forward to sweep her legs out so he'd be able to pin her to the ground.

To add pressure, Dylan applied pressure to the looter's back as he held her to the ground. Using one hand to hold her twisted arm, he grabbed his Glock from the holster and pressed against the back of her head. "Now are you ready to play nice?"