The Chagatai rider had committed to going with the throw, and the moment his footing moved to keep pace with his own center the advantage transferred.
Batu felt it through his grip before his eyes had finished reading the move. The resistance disappeared, the pressure in the man's shoulder going from rigid to soft as he gave up his stance to escape the hip.
The throw had been meant to take him backward and left. The man had stepped into the direction of it to kill the leverage. His feet were ahead of his hips now and his body was leaning forward to compensate.
Batu abandoned the original motion.
He stepped through to the right, past the man's hip, and pulled the grip forward across his own chest rather than up and over.
The Chagatai rider's forward lean had nowhere to go. His feet were still catching up with his center.
