Jaster's back hits the mat hard enough to wind him badly, but long training is enough to see him moving through it, rolling to the side and up to one knee- his feet- fast enough to avoid Tor stomping on his gut.
It's one of Tor's favourite moves, one that's just dirty enough that someone fighting him for the first time wouldn't necessarily see it coming. Jaster's lost count of how many times he and Tor have sparred; his escape is well worn into his body.
"Good!" The alor overseeing training calls, but Jaster's already closing in with Tor again, too fast and too focused to do more than register external sound and dismiss it as no threat.
With both of them down to just their armour, he swings to cut under Tor's helmet to give himself some space, but Tor's forearm catches his and throws it wide, letting Jaster's momentum bring him close.
Jaster tilts into his leading arm instead of away, Tor's return strike catching the very outside of his waist instead of his target.
With Jaster in the way Tor can't withdraw his blocking arm and Jaster catches it on his way past, a little clumsy with his breathlessness, trapping it between his body and his other vambrace.
There's a moment where Tor resists, tries to put the strength of his upper body against Jaster's weight, but it only lasts a fragment of a second before he changes tack. He turns hard instead, swinging around to follow Jaster, but the second's hesitation was too much and instead it just adds momentum when Jaster spins under the captive arm, twists-
Throws Tor to the floor with a resounding clang.
There's a moment of stillness, both winded, then Tor rolls towards Jaster's boots, right over them, one of his hands yanking Jaster's ankle forwards hard, still rolling until he has Jaster's legs then hips pinned with his full weight.
Jaster's just got himself sitting up against complaining muscles when Tor swipes the back of his hand against Jaster's less-protected belly, below the plate.
"Dead," Tor manages, still winded.
Jaster slashes his fingertips against Tor's kute where it protects his neck, the suggestion of his own vambrace blade. "Coming down with me."