Before he could get that weapon out, Polyana had landed two jabs and a kick and he lay then and there. She then held him in a rear-naked choke. The tables had turned. She sat at the same place as they did before and held him tight. “Now, we’ll wait for the Police,” she said. The man was in grave pain and was confused about what had just happened. Only one person could have told him. Polyana Viana.