Ashley rarely thinks about why her mother trained her to be the Sanctuary's monster hunter. She doesn't think about all of the energy she always has, the inability to really hold herself still too long. It's never been something that's come up either directly or in her thoughts. Yet now, trying to fight against her own father, there's an inkling of a thought coming up in the back of her mind.

There's no time for that now.

Letting the blow caught her, and something about the flair of pain only spurs her on, something she hasn't experienced in this place and remembering how it encourages her. Catching him by the wrist, using his momentum and a full twist of her body to jerk hard on his arm. Not trying to pull him off balance, knowing the height difference alone would make that difficult. Just trying to put all of her weight onto the joint of his wrist, his elbow, trying to hyper-extend the joints with the weight of her body against him.