It might be to Vimes' discomfort--and embarrassment--that the first pair of feet he finds belongs to a child that can't even be in their teens yet. And said child is somehow more competent than CQC than he, as they move almost bonelessly to roll over Vimes' shoulder and reverse the grip, attempting to slam Vimes to the floor using his own momentum. Ah, the magic of asterisks.

"Woah, woah. Easy there, tiger. Calm down, nobody's gonna hurt you," they say, smiling. "I mean, hurt you more, I guess. Sorry 'bout that, instinct."