Xing Yi was excited to see that the throw worked, but the glee was short lived. Even off his back, the Thai fighter was ridiculously agile, its as if he was made of rubber, the way he bounced back into action and it was to slap on a flying armbar from the bottom. The technique and positioning wasn't perfect and normally Xing could have given himself enough room to pull himself out of it. But the problem was his iron shirt technique pinned his legs to the floor, and it didnt 'deactivate' immediately so he was not able to step out of position and the Armbar was locked in. [i]Very sneaky warrior, I clearly need to work on my grappling...urggh[/i] The armbar was tight, and the warrior's body was a spring vicegrip, even with the minor protection of Xing's turtle robes, he could feel his arm being hyper extended and bent in the wrong direction, a few more seconds and it would break. Xing had to get desperate. Channeling the energy from his beads with the accelration of the need for survival, Xing charged his trapped arm with Ki energy and with has hand so close to the Thai warrior's body he planned to fire off a short but powerful blast point blank range, it wouldnt need to be accurate. And with his free hand he reached for his White Sabre sword, ready to swing it downwards toward his opponents torso if the Warrior managed to hang on. [i]Sadly....I need that arm, I'm not letting you leave with it![/i]