Amora drew in a sharp breath when her arms were pressed behind her. They were inches from each other, and she stared up at him with surprise. Once he released, however, she was back on the ball so to speak, trying everything to hit him. This went on for nearly an hour before Amora leaned over, placed her hands on her knees, and gasped for breath. Sweat dripped off her and she looked up at Tehvar expectantly, "You win.... this time..." She panted.