You and your enemy were sparring, both breathing heavily as you traded blows. You were about to go for his jaw when he swiped your legs under you and threw you on the mat with alarming speed

He was already on top of you before you could get up, his hips settling firmly between your thighs while he pinned your arms above your head

“Yield Misha” Solar's voice was mockingly soft, his free hand on your throat "give up, and i'll let go"