Aisha was stretched tight by Astur's brutal hold and though she struggled and wiggled- she couldn't shift him from his position.<br/><br/>Slowly he wiggled down her body stretching her even more tightly- then, holding both her wrists in one hand with contemptuous ease he drove a fist into her damaged ribs-  the fractured bones broke under the pressure.<br/>She was in serious trouble now.  Just one more light punch to her chest would drive the ribs into her lungs and she'd bleed out on the arena floor.<br/><br/>Astur pulled back his fist again- but this time drove the punch down onto her backside.  The blow impacted her groin against the concrete floor.  Though she wasn't seriously damaged the sensation was far from pleasant.<br/><br/>Summoning up all her willpower, Aisha threw herself into a desperate manouver.  She suddenly arched backward- revealing an astonishing flexibility in her spine.  With Astur sitting on her thighs she was able to get enough momentum to dislodge him.<br/><br/>The two combatants were both prone-  Astur bleeding from his nose and Aisha in significant pain.<br/>The crowd leant forward expectantly.  Surely Astur would finish her in the next exchange of blows- or would he toy with her some more, wearing down other parts of her body until she couldn't stand.<br/><br/>