The tides completely turned; after Mateo's pounce, Liana was now only defending, barely holding him off.
As sweat dripped down her brows, her eyes were fully focused on every single one of Mateo's moves.
Feint, uppercut, jab. Mateo kept switching his attacks, even trying to trip her up in his flurry of attacks, but she stayed her ground, seeing through all of his attacks.
Then he suddenly turned it up a notch, utilizing his superior strength and body to push her back. As Liana kept getting pushed back more and more, her composure started cracking.
That's when Mateo saw his chance. In a single fluid motion, he got down on the ground and swept her feet from underneath her, making her fall to the ground.
Then he grabbed her arms and twisted them a little, making sure not to hurt her. He only wanted to immobilize her after all.
Liana glared at him. "I concede," she said, while still glaring.
