She did get a few shots in, a deep scratch appearing on Glaran's cheek before he finally succeeded at tying her hands together. He squeezed his thighs together, trapping her legs between them. "Stop struggling damn you," he said between clenched teeth, "I don't want to do this. You leave me no choice." No matter how Liz managed to abuse him, he did not strike back. Instead, he simply tried to constrain her movement, looking into her eyes. "Stop it before you hurt yourself."