When Aighrit first locked his legs around her, Rags ignored it as she brought her foe successfully to the floor and threw both her balled-together fists at his shoulder. She was puzzled why he was smiling now. Rags' own face was still a mask of grim concentration as it was only now starting to dawn on her that she'd fallen into a trap. His legs were around her, and she couldn't escape now. She had to fight where she was. It got worse. Committed to her attack, her opponent struck her right arm, weakening her blow, though when it landed on her shoulder, driven by her left, it still impacted quite hard. Rags was deceptively strong for so small a girl. Right after she made the blow, but before she could take her fists away, he grabbed her left wrist. 

Luckily she managed to withdraw her right in time but it was still a little slow and dead from the earlier blow, but that didn't help her when he got his other arm under hers and then pulled her arm. The pain was immense and she did indeed start yelling and howling. Unfortunately for the boy, doing this made her desperate, and in her desperation she forgot what was happening, where she was and even who she was fighting. The only though in her head was to end the pain. So she began thrashing, and it proved harder than Aighrit would have thought to keep a grip on her. It was lucky for him that she gave up when she learned that struggling just makes the pain worse. So her thoughts turned to a new direction; getting Aighrit to let go. She grabbed at her foe's sword arm with her free right hand, pulled herself towards it and opened her mouth, moving with intent to bite his arm, and if there's one thing you didn't want to happen in a fight with a savage, it was get bitten. Some of them were even cannibals!