And, somehow, he manages. How, Locus isn't entirely certain. Luck. That must be it.
Regardless, he finds himself unable to dislodge him, a heavily-plated forearm at his throat, and he gives up at last, head falling back against the mat. Alright. That point goes to him.
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Regardless, he finds himself unable to dislodge him, a heavily-plated forearm at his throat, and he gives up at last, head falling back against the mat. Alright. That point goes to him.