Force A Submission

Your armbar is putting on the pressure, and even though Janna shows no sign of submitting yet, you don't let that dissuade you. You crank on her arm, bending it awkwardly against your crotch, earning a series of pain-filled groans and cries from Janna.

You can hear her desperation rising, as the pain in her arm reaches unbearable levels.

You ask again, "Do you submit? Or should I crank up the pressure...?"

Janna grumbles, helpless to do anything, and taps with her hand onto your mid section. You decide you've put her through enough pain at this point, and let her go. She immediately curls up into a fetal position, clutching her arm to her chest. Meanwhile, you take your rightful place, above the wind spirit with a foot planted atop her.

Now, you know what comes next, and you can tell Janna is mixed about it.