Aighrit hated this part. The hurting part. He didn’t want to hurt the girl, but he would. Her blow struck, and harder then he would have thought from a newcomer. She had known combat before, had hit with intent to harm before. He didn’t doubt her strength, or her desire to prove herself to the camp. It was the only way she could see a path forward to food, home and companionship, or so he assumed. It didn’t change that he had been chosen and by her as an introduction to her new way of life, should she stick around after the fight. He couldn’t know whether or not she would, but he wouldn’t blame her either way. What he did know was that if she could hit with that much ferocity, and despite his guard and his having checked her blow at least in part at the shoulder then he did not want to find out what she could do with those teeth, currently taking aim at his own bicep. Her plan would work, he wouldn’t roll over onto her shoulder and risk causing a dislocation to stop her teeth and he wouldn’t hold the lock and risk her ripping his bicep clean from his arm and into her jaws. 

Would she actually be able to chew through his arm? Of course not. Humans don’t have the jaw strength nor the capacity to choke through that much blood and viscera in time to continue their onslaught upon the rest of the limb. But would she be able to take a chunk out of his arm large enough to land him in the camp physician’s quarters for weeks while she trained along with his camp mates and he lounged around in recovery accomplishing nothing? She absolutely could, and it was good that she would target him in this manner, he knew the Doctora would appreciate it which at the end of the day was what this contest was really all about. It forced him to make a decision, to react and improvise. Either violate the law of the camp by causing her real physical damage, or get out of this without giving his opponent the leverage she needed to get her knees around his shoulders and pummel his face into a battered pool of gooey pink waste. 

As her right arm made contact with his left he would lean into her grab and twist away from the direction of his lock, which she would almost certainly allow whether she was consciously aware of this or not. Unless she had supreme body control it would be almost unthinkable that she could will her body to turn further into his grip, as it’s natural reaction is to turn away and out of whatever predicament had found her shoulder and, to the body’s natural understanding, her entire arm to be put into harm’s way. As he twisted away opposite his lock he would also tuck at the arm, crossing his forearm over his bicep and turning at the left shoulder and neck upwards and from his right to his left, her left towards her right as her body was parallel to his, in an attempt to send his left elbow crashing into her forehead with all the force he could muster from his position on his back. When the opponent is shooting their own head, supported by a gripped hand, toward their opponent’s bicep, whose space in time was now occupied by an elbow on a crash course with the opposing force, this was actually quite a degree of force despite the inability to fully work his hips into the strike, being on his back. 

He was aiming for her forehead on purpose, of course. He could have tucked and spun at a lower angle, gearing for her teeth or her neck if he was intending on causing a maximum amount of damage. Hitting her forehead at this angle would be as likely to hurt his arm as it would be to hurt her forehead, the thickest part of the skeleton he could have struck from this angle. It would also be the only place he could hit without risking breaking her teeth or collapsing her windpipe, neither of which were acceptable options to him. A broken nose would heal, though to be straightened for aesthetic purposes would require a second painful break done by a physician. His own had been broken on three separate occasions, none of which had been pleasant experiences, but teeth and windpipes could not be replaced. Besides, he’d been knocked about the jaw several times and though he had yet to have lost a tooth on the sand it was a terrible pain for weeks after a good hit to eat, chew, swallow, and she’d be eating an already extremely uncomfortable amount of food over the next few weeks. Exacerbating the unease of suddenly being expected to eat three times the average ration of a working adult would be just as devastating as dislocating a shoulder to her upcoming training regimen. 

Whether or not he managed to connect with his elbow to her forehead he would have in that moment steadily, sneakily released his lock at the ankle and knee between the two legs behind her, hoping that if he had connected it would be enough of a distraction to keep her from noticing. If he did connect Aighrit would then attempt to loop his left leg around her waist and quickly around it to the opposite side of her body, using his right hand which had previously been holding her in the abandoned lock to get as good a grip on her left side as he could, her having bent at the waist to attempt to bite his left shoulder having put her waist and lower ribs well into the possible gripping range of his right arm looped around her back. Should he be allowed to get his grip on her right side with his right hand and get his left leg around her waist and to his own right side he would then use this position to move his torso, with the leverage of his right hand on her torso and his right and still mostly in place though no longer locked in place leg, towards her back in a half sitting up, half skidding along the sand with his lower back and backside motion, ending if allowed to sitting up behind her, his right leg now planted to her right side and his left leg along her left side, with his right arm still gripping at her right side and his left arm, blade still in hand, being relegated to crossing the blade at the flat side awkwardly across her chest and angled diagonally towards her right shoulder. 

From this point, if so allowed, he would raise his right arm with the inside of his elbow placed at her underarm and his right hand gripping her right shoulder, his left arm moving upwards with the blade in tow to place the outside flat of his left elbow at her left underarm with what would have been the sharp side of his blade were it not a dull practice sword held across her left shoulder at the tip and angled down diagonally low and left to the hilt still held in his left hand should he not have lost it during the time in between. There would be no pressure, no strike, no lock from this position. She could even attempt to stand up and lift him as though he were a backpack even if he managed to get this far before she intervened. It was meant for only one purpose should it be successful whatsoever. To show that from here he would be able to slash her throat open. Of course he could be reacted to at any point in between sending the elbow and attempting to change guard and take her back. She could avoid the elbow or, far more likely, simply take the elbow and notice his left leg crossing her waist. She would notice, of that he had no doubt, the question merely being if she would notice in time after taking an elbow to the forehead, if she had taken the elbow to the forehead whatsoever, to do anything meaningful about it. 

Even after this point, should he have managed to get his grip on her right side with his right hand, either at her waist or her lower ribs depending on if she had shot back and to an upright position after taking the elbow at which point her waist would be most practical or remained low to his body in an attempt to continue biting at the soon to be leaving left arm through the elbow in which case he could more easily manage the lower ribs and had successfully moved his left leg to her right side in preparation to change his position she could throw her own legs back and around to his right and far side, lying atop his right arm and both of his legs entirely and attempting to pin them beneath the weight of her lower body and forcing him to react with just his left arm which would still be within range of her head and both of her arms at that point, although she would lose the advantage of leverage. 

Lying on top of an opponent’s legs and arm from that angle would likely mean he could simply get to his knees and throw her off of himself, as she would have no real ability to hold that side of his body down except with her own body weight and that being half spread across his legs, half of his torso and an arm with her having only the two unsupported legs and half of her body itself smaller than his own to hold him, while he would then have a blade directly in her face, albeit one that she had two arms and teeth to wrestle with. This however would be assuming that the elbow had hit whatsoever, and though he had every belief that it likely would as she was lunging for that arm with her head and her grip on the arm was pulling in the direction of her face, something he was putting force into, if it did happen to miss then he wouldn’t have time to change his initial plan, and the chances of her stopping him and taking an advantage would be highest. Still, without risk there was no chance at reward, and Aighrit had to simply trust in his own skill at grappling over his opponent’s.