She was twisted to the ground by her arm being ripped up behind her back, and a booted foot stamped down on her spine and she arched and buckled and screamed beneath it. It held her still, kept her there, her bloodied hands scrabbling at the ground, fingernails clawing and tearing away as she tried thoughtlessly and uselessly to get away. A hand grabbed her braid and yanked her head back, an unfamiliar face with pale eyes and a cruel snarling mouth loomed in her vision.