Austin blinked. Dirty? He was just fighting! He grunted, stumbling backwards as Ben flipped over him, then growling in pain as he was clawed, the growl intensifying when his arm was twisted. He shook out of arm, and refused to stay still, matching his circling. His eyes flashed and he ran forward, jumping up high into the hair, flipping where he tried to grab Ben by the shoulders, and flip, landing on his feet and slamming Ben to the ground. He knew it had a high risk of failure, but he wanted to try the move.