From where ya are? You're in a good position to go for a kneebar, but you wanna bow away from me, so you can force me into overextendin'. Don't give me any space to work with.

[ Not that he was going to make it entirely easy for her, of course -- if he managed to slip an arm around her neck, it'd be simple enough to restrict enough blood flow to drain the strength from her.

The floor was hard and a little cold, but what was a little discomfort? His movements were unhurried here, deceptively gentle as his hands moved up the planes of her body. ]