Chin Block Defense

A smooth yellow pencil started rolling across the slanted notebook next to me, creeping straight toward the desk's ledge. No hands? No problem for quick reflexes. Timing the roll, I whipped my chin downward and to the right with a sharp snap of my neck joint. Thwack! The wooden barrel hit right against the curve of my lower jaw, coming to a dead stop just an inch before the drop. Crisis averted on perimeter watch! I held my head firmly against it until the pencil settled completely. If I can manage tactical saves with just a solid head swivel, this desk is definitely in safe hands.