Instinctively Holland reacted practically immediately; whilst he observed the boys’ gauntlet-covered hand as it came forth. Holland instantly loosed the grip upon his weapon and as the steel hand came toward his throat. Hollands eyes gaped wide open and he brought his forearms about the circumference of the boys own hand which aimed to grasp his throat. Although Holland struggled to react swiftly enough he barely managed to slam his forearm into the boys’ hand. Holland made sure he attempted to push away the hand, and Holland knew nothing about how to redirect momentum in combat. In fact Holland had never done it before at all, and this was his first time. As the pair fell backward Holland threw upward his right hand. Holland grasped the boy by the very clothing he had upon his back, and didn’t hesitate in the least bit.
Holland thought about the fact that his entire body was a weapon, and he had to use it effectively. A grim revelation struck his mind as his body fell backward and he impacted the sands. He was at a disadvantage being that his opponent had an angled weapon, and he had no weapon. Holland didn’t hold on to his rapier and it was rather unwise of him to let go, but he would manage anyway. Sand and dust flew upward and entered the air about the two as he’d fallen upon the ground. Holland scoffed and attempted something he’d never done before. Holland threw upward his left hand whilst he held on to the boys clothing with his right hand. Holland attempted to use what minute amount of core strength he possessed, and he upheld himself. Holland brought his torso up toward the boys own and wrapped his legs around the boy tightly.
As his legs coiled about the boy, Holland brought his right hand upward and his antecubital area of his arm and coiled it about the back of his opponents’ neck. Holland attempted to choke the air from the boys wind-pipe. Holland leaned forth to the best of his ability, and attempted to keep his shoulder pinned against the boys wind pipe. Hopefully he could successfully strangle the boy until he fell unconscious. Holland knew that he wouldn’t be able to endure this battle for much longer. This fight was fast paced, much faster paced then he anticipated. Holland didn’t want to continue to fight an overly-elongated battle without reason. He simply wanted to teach the boy a lesson about fighting dishonorably and why it is wrong, and practically evil in Holland’s eyes.
Holland knew very well what his goal was at this point, and if he didn’t choke the boy out he wouldn’t win. The opponent proved himself to be much more stubborn then Holland expected. Holland thought that the boy was so determined to win that he didn’t quite think about the consequences that came along with a battle. Holland saw the blood as it leaked from the boys’ visage, and knew now that he had to end the battle swiftly. If not the boy would probably not be able to move very much after the battle ends. Holland simply wanted to stop this before it’d gotten too far. He didn’t want to seriously hurt the boy and risk being arrested. “Just petching pass out already before I have to literally bash your skull in. I don’t want to kill this boy!” Holland thought to himself.
Holland thought about the fact that his entire body was a weapon, and he had to use it effectively. A grim revelation struck his mind as his body fell backward and he impacted the sands. He was at a disadvantage being that his opponent had an angled weapon, and he had no weapon. Holland didn’t hold on to his rapier and it was rather unwise of him to let go, but he would manage anyway. Sand and dust flew upward and entered the air about the two as he’d fallen upon the ground. Holland scoffed and attempted something he’d never done before. Holland threw upward his left hand whilst he held on to the boys clothing with his right hand. Holland attempted to use what minute amount of core strength he possessed, and he upheld himself. Holland brought his torso up toward the boys own and wrapped his legs around the boy tightly.
As his legs coiled about the boy, Holland brought his right hand upward and his antecubital area of his arm and coiled it about the back of his opponents’ neck. Holland attempted to choke the air from the boys wind-pipe. Holland leaned forth to the best of his ability, and attempted to keep his shoulder pinned against the boys wind pipe. Hopefully he could successfully strangle the boy until he fell unconscious. Holland knew that he wouldn’t be able to endure this battle for much longer. This fight was fast paced, much faster paced then he anticipated. Holland didn’t want to continue to fight an overly-elongated battle without reason. He simply wanted to teach the boy a lesson about fighting dishonorably and why it is wrong, and practically evil in Holland’s eyes.
Holland knew very well what his goal was at this point, and if he didn’t choke the boy out he wouldn’t win. The opponent proved himself to be much more stubborn then Holland expected. Holland thought that the boy was so determined to win that he didn’t quite think about the consequences that came along with a battle. Holland saw the blood as it leaked from the boys’ visage, and knew now that he had to end the battle swiftly. If not the boy would probably not be able to move very much after the battle ends. Holland simply wanted to stop this before it’d gotten too far. He didn’t want to seriously hurt the boy and risk being arrested. “Just petching pass out already before I have to literally bash your skull in. I don’t want to kill this boy!” Holland thought to himself.
