But you don't play by her rules (Strike 2)

Who said you have to stay like this though? It's not like there's a prize for best sport? You lean in with your hand, squeezing at a pressure point on her calve that makes her yelp in shock, Found you, you think as you smile at her.

You cock back a fist, and throw a haymaker into that nerve, sending a stabbing pain through her leg so strong she instantly lets go.

You stand up while she grips her burning calve on the ground, vulnerable to whims.