[She didn't expect him to be faster than she was. Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was the rage. Or both combined. Doesn't make any difference with her pinned underneath him. But she doesn't accept it. She struggles, and she struggles like she knows what she's doing. No useless thrashing, but powerful, calculated movements meant to work her out of his grip, get a leg free, unseat him from on top of her. Something. It'll be work to keep her there, and she doesn't get tired.]
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Get off of me!