Marric's motion to grasp the man in a tight embrace caught him by surprise, but as soon as Marric had him in his grip the man took a deep breath and thrust his arms to the sides, and smacked his head back against Marric's face with a slam. The man knew how to fight, even up close and personal. From the looks of it, he is trained to fight, but the impact against Marric's jaw only serves to tell he is not about to give in just yet.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The man fights the grapple with a fair share of skill but falls short of breaking free, at least this time. Marric has him in his hold.</div></div><br/>"Just a little longer!" Speaking up at the two of them, the halfling woman neared making a few arcane gestures and pointing at the man, and a ray of frost hit his chest. She seemed intent on keeping on harming him while he was bound still, since the man had made no intentional movement to give in. In fact, even held and grappled, punched and burned by acid, he was moving like it was nothing.<br/><br/>There was not even a small emotion of fear or worry visible in the man's motions, just grim determination.