Devi's reaction time was spot on, one forearm snapping up to block the kick and her hand opens to slide over and grip the ankle as she crouches forward and turns back in one smooth action. Her free arm is brought up to slap her hand around the woman's forearm.

"Gotcha," Devi snarls, a passing glance towards Natasha showing furiously bright green eyes that looked more excited then enraged but full of the same ferociousness. In the same heartbeat, Devi sweeps her extended leg behind her and pulls to a stand, hopefully dragging the Russian along with her to throw her against the nearest wall.