[ Gamora steadies him when he goes down, keeps him from toppling over entirely, but she maintains her grip, keeps her arm locked in place. Her breathing is harsh in his ear – not panting, not winded – coming sharp and— almost shaky. She still feels like a raw nerve in the wake of her dream, and as much as the spar helped distract her, it also stands as a stark reminder of beating off Thanos's forces, trying to push against the endless wave of death. ]
Yield.
[ She's not choking him, not applying pressure, but she doesn't intend to release him until he submits and admits defeat to end the round. ]
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Yield.
[ She's not choking him, not applying pressure, but she doesn't intend to release him until he submits and admits defeat to end the round. ]