[ They're fighting dirty now, hard into survival mode. Sharkface doesn't notice when the tone switches from a demonstration to something real, but he marks it just the same, unconsciously. It's simple now, just like he wanted. Win or die.
She's already drawn blood, going for his face and just missing his eye. It'll hurt later, when the adrenaline wears off. Sharkface bares his teeth and grabs for her hair. The moment he gets a good grip he'll wrench. Get her down on the ground, where speed won't matter. ]
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She's already drawn blood, going for his face and just missing his eye. It'll hurt later, when the adrenaline wears off. Sharkface bares his teeth and grabs for her hair. The moment he gets a good grip he'll wrench. Get her down on the ground, where speed won't matter. ]