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Her hand closes around Alistair’s wrist before she’s even understood that he’s trying to block her way. He glares down at her, as if she’s the one acting like a child, but doesn’t try to pull himself free. Instead, he holds out his other hand, palm upturned, and waits.

He lurches precariously when Ngayu wrenches the wrist she’s got a hold on, and then a kick to the ankle has him on his way to the ground. The first move takes Alistair completely off guard; the second he sees too late to stop, but he grabs for her as he falls, managing to tangle their feet so she comes down with him.

There’s no grace and little strategy in the scramble that follows. Ngayu lands elbow-first, jarring an already strained shoulder. With the wind knocked out of him and one hand pinned, Alistair can’t find the leverage to reverse their positions. This close, his longer reach is more awkward than anything.

That doesn’t stop him from slamming a fist into her jaw, though he can’t put as much force behind it as he wants to. She grunts, shifts her weight to press down on the leg that a drake gnawed on earlier. Gets a mangled curse out of him for her trouble, before he kicks out and nearly topples her balance.