Cromir chuckled at the amount of fight that Braiya had shown all the way in to the cave. But when he was looking to take what he wanted, the fight she showed then was enough to get his blood pumping. It had been too long since anyone he bothered to take fought back. Sure, there was the occasional fuck he had to fight out of some of the women bandits under his command, but those didn't because by the time they actually got to the deed, both sides wanted it. This was different, because she obviously didn't want it. It would be fun to beat her down, take what he wanted, and begin breaking her. He thought for a moment about whether or not he should use some sort of paralysis to get her under control, but after a moment, the idea was dismissed in favor of having a little fight.<br/><br/>The moment that Braiya took to spit at his feet was when Cromir moved. With a single step, the big man crossed the distance between them and set out with two different targets in mind. The first and main threat -though it was more being used as a distraction- was the rapid pickup of his non-weight bearing leg. His knee was sent towards her right side with no indication that Cromir was holding back. The second, delayed ever so slightly, was his right hand reaching out for where the strap met the piece of leather on the left side of her chest. Cromir intended to grab hold and pull as hard as he could, moreso to break the clasps than actually tear the leather. Regardless of which attack found their mark, if either of them truly did, Cromir used the backward momentum of his right hand to set himself up to punch forward, aiming just off center on her face. He didn't want to break her nose, but he wanted to daze her enough so that he can yank more of the straps keeping her clothed off with his next few moments.