Alexander let out a pained cry as the back of his head slammed into the ground along with the rest of his body. All he could see was flashing lights before his vision returned to normal, revealing the snarling face of his foe hovering over him just out of reach. He did his best to squirm his way out of his situation but the woman’s grip was solid. He’d never come across someone so strong. Not any human being, at least. He gritted his teeth, feeling the available oxygen leaving his body, his lungs now aching along with his head and neck. There was no escape. Narrowing his eyes, he released his grip on his weapon, allowing it to clatter to the ground. He wasn’t about to continue a fight he couldn’t win merely for pride’s sake. Pride would get him killed or at the very least more injured than he already was when all he wanted was for this battle to end so he could nurse himself back to health. His pained expression attempted to take on a more bored, aloof look, his eyes darting off to the right to look at nothing in particular. In short he was playing it cool. She didn’t seem like a murderer or else he would certainly be freaking out right about now. He just hoped she’d let go of him soon or else things might turn dire.