[Seizing the chance, she plants her sword into the ground, catching a piece of his vest with it for extra insurance, and then throws her weight atop his chest, pinning his hands above his head. It would seem suspect, were the look on her face not deadly serious.
And then she breathes for a few moments, a bead of sweat dripping off the side of her face.]
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And then she breathes for a few moments, a bead of sweat dripping off the side of her face.]
Enough.