The lizardman had not prepared his moves.  He charged mindlessly into battle.  Had he the brain to think, perhaps he would have avoided this situation.  The thing stopped tearing at Taki's chest the moment he felt hands clasping about his neck.  He turned to face his attacker, but as suddenly as he did so, he felt a foot slamming hard on the back of his leg.  He was barely able to maintain balance.<br/><br/>He clawed and tugged at the hands that choked him, but to no avail.  Zafina's g had a graceful, subtle strength that kept her grasp in place.  Desperate, the lizardman stood, his eyes already bulging under the strain of suffocation, and promptly threw himself<em>hard</em>onto his back, trying to bash the lovely Zafina hard enough on the floor that her grasp might break.