holding still, pinned for kill

The whip twisting around his Blade won't budge, tightly woven as it is. Impotent struggle's a far cry from Ashera's favored rip of ether through flesh, but if he had to pick...

A formidable opponent is best, and he's got one.

Suddenly, Lora's boots are making blunt contact with the side of his face, pinning him to the ground. The base of his ear slicks.

"Alright, already - you've got me where you want me!"

Only banter; he wants to be there, too. Lora's answering grin's less wicked, more delighted. The rest of his body rushes in to meet Ashera's face.