Lunge at her- take her by surprise!

When it comes to making impulsive and short-sided decisions on a whim, no one is a better expert than yours truly.

With a cry, you rush her with your right forearm already locked and loaded.

Lunging forward with a clothesline now in motion, you relish her slightly startled expression as your arm arcs through the air…

… only to slice through complete nothingness.

Ducking your blow just in time, she re-appears on your blindside and counters with both arms now wrapping around your unsuspecting neck in a sleeper hold.

Surprising you with her combined forearm strength, she puts the pressure on almost immediately, with your throat muscles already showing the veiny effects of her chokehold.

“Way to telegraph your move, dumbass,” she hisses into your ear mockingly, while wrenching back on your windpipe.

The Goth sexfighter had a point, admittedly.

But also, admittedly, you had a Plan B.

With a groan, you suddenly threw yourself back with Rose still tethered to you from behind.

Toppling backwards in a blind stagger, you feel your unceremonious tumble finally being broken by the nearby wall, of which the black-haired beauty luckily absorbed the brunt of.

Grunting as she hits the bricked surface spinefirst, she instinctively loosens the hold just enough for you to ensnare one of her wrists and-

“Whoooaa!” With an undignified cry of surprise, Rose is flung overhead in an improvised judo flip, careening over your shoulder and meeting the very unfriendly floor below.

“Betcha didn’t see that coming, huh Rose?” you taunt down at her, still catching your breath.

Massaging your neck as she writhed and whined now at your feet, a devilish thought visibly translates into a confident grin as you ponder what to do next.