Ronan struggled at first, twisting under Ivar until he could barely move his hands. He tried to move his legs, but with only one in commission, he was in no shape to try for more than a kick. There came a point when even he wasn't stupid enough to continue fighting.
He clenched his hands into fists but stopped struggling. "Get the fuck off me," he hissed.
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He clenched his hands into fists but stopped struggling. "Get the fuck off me," he hissed.
In other words: agreed.