[Her only options, at this point, were to try to seriously hurt him. She let out a small noise of pain when he put more pressure on her, and thus loses most of her air. That leaves trying to ice his face with her breath right out, she can't grab enough to concentrate on it.
Still, Katara strains upwards, not willing to give up.
Not without it costing them. The knowledge of the first time she'd been kidnapped by the Malnosso, when she'd been restrained and beaten flashes through her eyes. She'd thought the same thing, then. He had her now, but that was all, if he moved a hand, shifted his weight in the slightest to do more than hold her, she'd find her moment and use it to attack or escape.
This does, of course, bring her chest into constant contact with his, because she's not backing down. She doesn't look away from his gaze either.]
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Still, Katara strains upwards, not willing to give up.
Not without it costing them. The knowledge of the first time she'd been kidnapped by the Malnosso, when she'd been restrained and beaten flashes through her eyes. She'd thought the same thing, then. He had her now, but that was all, if he moved a hand, shifted his weight in the slightest to do more than hold her, she'd find her moment and use it to attack or escape.
This does, of course, bring her chest into constant contact with his, because she's not backing down. She doesn't look away from his gaze either.]