There was something about this woman that Favchean admired, be it either the courage to stand up to an Akalak one on one, or it could possibly be the fact that she was succeeding in elbowing dents into his ribs and then, yes that was a knee to the torso. The pain exploding in his mind was numbed by the concentration that he held onto, surely after wards he will feel the bruising and possible minor damage to his ribs. However for the moment he was able to distance himself to appreciate the movements she made.
When he doubled over, and her knee came up to connect to his torso, he stiffened his chest to try and make as much of a solid connection as possible to her knee. It hurt him more doing so, but he hoped it would also hurt her knee a little bit more. Trying to keep his breath from hitching, the slam of her knee catching him by surprise, Favchean snaked his arm around her waist, and once more relied on his brute strength and the leverage of rising from a bent position to bring her close in, his free arm coming around to try and slam his fist into her kidneys. A quick series of rabbit punches if she doesn't manage to squirm away before he delivers them.
It was inevitable that she would sooner or later slip his grip, and when that happened Favchean would be ready for it, he would slip low to the ground. Well as low as he was able, trying to slip once more under her guard to spend some more quality time slamming his hand into first her stomach, and then a chopping motion to her knee.
When he doubled over, and her knee came up to connect to his torso, he stiffened his chest to try and make as much of a solid connection as possible to her knee. It hurt him more doing so, but he hoped it would also hurt her knee a little bit more. Trying to keep his breath from hitching, the slam of her knee catching him by surprise, Favchean snaked his arm around her waist, and once more relied on his brute strength and the leverage of rising from a bent position to bring her close in, his free arm coming around to try and slam his fist into her kidneys. A quick series of rabbit punches if she doesn't manage to squirm away before he delivers them.
It was inevitable that she would sooner or later slip his grip, and when that happened Favchean would be ready for it, he would slip low to the ground. Well as low as he was able, trying to slip once more under her guard to spend some more quality time slamming his hand into first her stomach, and then a chopping motion to her knee.