She's fast and tough, which he expected, and he grunts with pain at the elbow that suddenly slams into his torso. The stomp of her foot hurts a little less, only because he's wearing his boots, but there's still power behind that blow and he curses under his breath, sounding downright gleeful about the pain.

It doesn't stop him, though, and he lowers him arm as quick as he can, wrapping it around her shoulders instead of her neck. He likes to fight, but there's no fucking fight if one of them is unconscious, and as he holds her as tight as he can, he aims a punch at her side, her kidneys, this blow pulled just a little.

He can make her piss blood for a little while without fucking things up permanently, after all.