[ She goes down with him, her knee landing beside his ribs as she folds his arm back, pinning his wrist. Hovering over him, oh-so casually, she just watches his face with narrowed eyes. ]
Keep me on the defensive. Push me back and force separation as immediately as possible.
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Keep me on the defensive. Push me back and force separation as immediately as possible.
[ She leans closer, challenging. ]
Break my hold.