“I know right! Look at the way they’re holding each other!”

Winter smirks. “Neither can you.” She slams her elbow into his ribs until he lets go of the dagger, catching it in her mouth. She rolls back over him and take s the top mount. She gets him in an Americana with all of her slight weight on top of him, the blade, still in her mouth, presses into his throat. One knee pins his other arm and the other is out straight.