Brand had been slowly closing the gap between them with each cautious step he took. When she dropped the tip of her sword to the ground, he saw his opening. He did not attack her directly. Instead he stepped forward and clasped his hands over hers. She could feel the rugged callouses, a result of working with his hands for years. Behind his grip was a strength that was surprising considering his lean form. He moved with the ease of someone who had seen battle before. Although he did not talk about it much, having served in Afganistan and Iraq had taught him much about survival.<br/><br/>It was obvious that he was fighting to hurt her as he pushed the tip of her blade lower to the ground. "Drop your weapons." He growled in his effort. "Then we can talk. We can always try to killl each other like civilized people later." Being this close to her was much different than facing her from afar. She had eyes a man could easily drown in. Although strong, one would not call her masculine. If they were not trying to kill each other, he could think of other physical activities he would rather be doing.<br/><br/>Brand is making a physical attack to get her to drop her weapons. Not spending any tactic points this round.