In the few moments longer that the fight continued, Kaleeth showed progressively less and less of the expert technique she had demonstrated throughout the fight, instead opting for pure ferocity. If he could look closely enough, Janius could see that primal force in her eyes that had been such a problem for them in the past. No matter how much control she gained, it had never truly gone away; she merely knew better how to live with it. Right now, it was relishing each blow she delivered, and even those she received. Kaleeth's nose was bloodied, and many of the scales on her arms and chest were discolored from bruising, but in this straightforward slugging match, Kaleeth could easily outlast her opponent. 

Eventually, the pressure that Kaleeth was putting on the Nord reached the point where he was no longer effectively fighting back. Kaleeth continued to let out a satisfied shout with each punch, hitting two against his arms, then getting one around to his stomach. He lurched forward, and was met immediately with a blow to his jaw. 

"Alright, alright, I give. You got me." The Nord managed to stammer out, just intelligibly enough that Kaleeth was able to bring herself to stop, albeit reluctantly. For a few seconds, there was a genuine disappointment on Kaleeth's expression that she was no longer able to fight. She stopped, taking in a long, deep breath to immerse herself in the scent of blood in the air. It fed her beast's desires, but ultimately, it did not bring her into any risk of losing control. She was more than experienced enough to know her limits, and what could trigger the beast. Ultimately, the fighting was helpful for her mental state in the long run.