She is your woman. Stop it altogether.

"Ehi Matt!", you shout out, "What the fuck are you doing? You're hurting her, asshole!". For your brother, these words are like a rude awakening. "Mmmm...", he grunts, unhappy, "I guess that you're right…but I cannot let her go yet. Come with me girl, we need to talk!". Matt pinches her ear lobe between his fingers and pulls it up, as though she was a spoiled child. Grace stands up, shrieking in pain like a kid would, following the man's dragging until the opposite edge of the mat. They are side by side , and you can see how dwarfy Grace is compared to your bro. It would have been enough to compare the size of their arms to foresee the outcome of the match. She was really fool at challenging him in the first place; it was like a teenager who, after a couple of self defence classes, believes that she can take her daddy on. In this case, nearly any father in the world would crush her daughter between his arms, spanking her butt in the end as a reminder. The same has applied to your brother and Grace, despite the lack of parental ties. Matt is talking with her and she looks at him intimidated, shaking his head. Matt points his finger to you and she freezes, staring your face. The guy gets closer to her red ear and whispers something that changes her expression, depicting a mask of terror over her face. Finally, she nods her head. The two "fighters", so to speak, come to you. "Same page?", Matt asks the girl with the hands planted on his hips, "Yes..", she murmurs almost inaudibly, looking down,."Yes, sir!", your brother corrects her, smiling evilly. "Yes, sir..", she replies, a bit louder. You drop your mouth, incapacitated to believe to your own eyes. She's been military disciplined in a matter of minutes. The charisma wielded by your brother is indisputable, yet you wonder what kind of threat he made to scare her to this point. Matt winks at you and fetches his clothes, ready to leave.