He blinked once as her leg came crashing against his neck. With widened eyes, he placed his arm beneath her attack and his neck, his limb was kicked against his neck and his body pushed to the side.
The black-haired man's airflow was cut by her kick, even if it was softened by his arm, something Ellianor was not ready for.
She moved against him again, her free hand moved to try and grab his hair, this movement Ellianor could see well.
Despite the cut in his airflow, Ellianor did not flinch and grabbed her by the hand.
He drove her head against his, and her eyes widened in surprise, but she kept a cool head, as far as she could have one, and kicked his chest with her other leg, in an attempt to make a distance between them.
Ellianor felt the kick on his chest, his chest bones cracking underneath her feet, his lungs deprived of oxygen, his face reddening by the sudden lack of air, but he did not release her hand.
