Investigating a call (challange closed answered by Tanosh)

Feels her head crash against your jaw. Eventough the move was succesfull her head hurt from it, thinking that this might not have been the smartest thing to do. Her eyes go wide as she feels your hands grip my head. Silently curses that it didn't work as well as she had hoped. Faith tried to get free only to have her head moved down and your knee go up. Acting quickly she puts an arm in front off her face to take part off the impact but it still hurt as it connected.
However she refused to yell or give a sign away off pain and immediatly stomped hard on your foot to get you to release my head. Iff this worked she would then grab your arms and roll back taking you down with her and using her legs to toss you over me.

He wore full leather boots, perfect for wilderness hiking. Her meager weight stomping down on his foot caused extreme discomfort, and ellicited a grunt, but little else. The striking leg went back to the ground behind him, and even if she grabbed his arms, he'd attempt to slam her downward into the floor. this put them at odds, as she tried to pull him towards her and he tried to pull her towards him.

He did have a few edges in this tug of war: he was standing upright whereas she was doubled over, he was heavier (if not stronger all together), and his hands were already controlling very near her spine whereas at best she controlled his arms.

She tries to pull hard an sets her foot forward in order to get some leverage but found out that this only resulted in you pulling stronger. Faith thinks quickly and does not want you to get the upperhand so she decides that instead off pulling back she decides to suddenly throw her whole weight forward hoping to catch you by surprise so that the back off your head would hit the wall.
"There take that!" she yells loud as she does her move against you

"Ohh no," he growled as she lunged forward. His stance became strong, solid, and immobile. Feet provided the roots of the immovable tree that was one of his strongest points of defense. Her head would slam into his abdomen, and for perhaps the first time she would realize just how terse his muscles could become when he wanted. It was like hitting a brick wall. Head tilted upwards as his hands removed themselves from her head. Suddenly, both struck downwards towards her shoulder blades to send her on a collision course with the floor. Her head at his stomach and facing down, it would have been nearly impossible for her to have known his attack, especially in the dark. Her feet were behind her from the lunge, which would mean it would be impossible to catch herself with any real strength, at least not until she fell on her hands. "Down you go!"

Fully landed against your body with her head at your stomach but to her surprise nothing really happened.
"Who the hell is this guy?" she questioned to herself.
When she feels you remove your hands she quickly tries to stand up only to get smacked down to the floor. Faith grits her teeth knowing that she has to change tactics or lose the match. After a second or two she gets an idea. Suddenly she rolls onto her back and then flips her body sending her legs backward high right to connect with your face and would then roll through untill she was standing only to then turn and send a high kick right to your left head.

As she hit the floor, Magnus considered the idea of dropping into a floor punch to crush her further. This was decided against on account of it breaking his stance. Instead, he pushed off his left foot to send himself away from her. Magnus wanted her to reset her stance and begin making large techniques rather than these desperate short jabs. His decision saved him from the first kick, but he couldn't keep retreating on account of his stance. Left arm rose and blocked the second kick. Bone on bone contact was excruciatingly painful for both parties... Except Magnus's forearms had lost their nerve endings from constant training.

A twist at his hip would send his right arm in as a punch. Its target would be the inside of Faith's thigh, a point where a nerve bundle was unprotected by the thick thigh muscles. Of course, if he missed he might hit her crotch or stomach... Both of which were acceptable landing points.

Faith connects with your arm and grits her teeth feeling the pain shoot into her arm. However this doesn't mean that she will give up. She gets ready to immediatly punch with her fist but then sees you punch at my leg. Finally she lets out a yell and falls backwards on her back. Squeezes her eyes shut not wanting to give in to the pain.
"You think it will be that easy" she says through her teeth and then immediatly reacts by sending both legs forward a hard double kick to both off your kneecaps.
"Why don't you come on down"

Again, as she fell, he slide stepped back about a half meter to give her plenty of room to get back to her feet. He could keep playing this battle of attrition all night. It was his standard path to victory. Minimize effort, maximize opponent suffering. The kick to his kneecaps over extended now that he moved back, but still hit. Pain reminded him why he didn't fight grounded opponents, besides honor.

"Get up and fight with dignity," he growled as he took a few extra steps back and breaking the solid stance he had so he could favor his left leg. It was brought up so his hand could rub at the pain, "Or, I'll shred what little dignity you have left from your body."

She looks up at you and curses that once again you stepped back taking away the full impact off the attack. After a few seconds she hears your words "what the hell are you talking about!" she yells loud. As she said this she was already planning her next move. Quickly she then got up and ran forward. As she was near you she aimed a punch at your face but then after faking the punch she went low and did a sliding kick aimed at your legs to get you off your feet and down to the ground.
"Guess you don't like fighting on the ground then that is exactly what you need to do," she says during the sweep

As she moved in, he reset his foot to the floor, picking a slightly lighter stance to increase his mobility. Left hand moved to strike at that fake punch, already his lower body moving in to allow a Falcon Punch to catch Faith square in the stomach and lift her off the ground while doubling over on his fist. Honestly, he was expecting her to vomit. But the punch and block met only air as she went low for his legs again.

With a grunt he fell to his knees, but didn't distract himself with the pain. She was too close for him to be distracted. The hand that had Falcon Punched out was again put to use, trying to grab the back of her head to force her over his knee into a prime spanking position.