At Jordan's response, the thug leader scowls, his face darkening.  "Fine, if that's how you want it.  I'll take you myself!"  He growls as he dashes forwards, his long strides carrying him the distance between them almost impossibly fast.  As he closes in, the rest of the thugs step back, eyes wide.<br/><br/>He reaches her just as her spell finishes.  Reaching out with his left hand, he catches the wrist of her swordarm.  Having fought him previously, Jordan instantly notices that he is stronger than before, probably supernaturally so.  Moving with precision, he strikes two times, once on each side of her torso.  Dropping his mace, he twists her swordarm behind her back.  At the same time, he catches her free arm, also twisting that arm behind her back.  Leaning forwards, she can feel his cheek pressing against hers, his stubble rubbing roughly against her cheek.  "We're only getting started."  He whispers in her ear.<br/><br/>An instant later, the magic takes hold.  From her neck down to her waist, her armor briefly glows and then, in a clatter of metal, separates and crumbles away, stripping all the armor from her chest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">He hit twice, once for 11 damage, and once for 12.  Is that all of your hitpoints, or are there a few left?</div></div>