Yaro watched as his blade went flying from her yanking his wrist, before he would be sent to the ground by her slam. Yaro would cough, as this would (obviously) knock the breath out of him, before he would push himself up and grin. Of course she wouldn't go down that easily- He loved it when they fought back. Jumping to his feet, he'd begin striking at her arms, trying to weaken them, as they were what he perceived as the most direct threat. She had agility, but he had strength, so he needed to hit her where she was the strongest. With his blade gone, he only had one thing to rely on that would be fair- his sheath. He would grab her arm and yank her towards him, before pulling back his head and cracking it against hers.<br/><br/>With her likely disoriented, he would remove the sheath before aiming a blow at her stomach, trying to knock the wind out of her, and then angling the sheath behind her leg to knock her down. Once that was done, he'd use it to pin her down, pushing his weight down on the sheath, before asking the one question that would determine how this would end. "<b>Do you yield, Eliona?" </b>He asked, his left arm slipping slightly from the blood, and feeling weak, but he tried to keep the pressure on. He had to win, he<i>had </i>to. She was so close, he could reach and take her now, but that would only end badly.<br/><br/>Her defeat would mean sweet release.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="680" data-username="@Archduchess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/680/">@Archduchess</a>