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His punch hit and in result she fell atop him allowing his vice grip to begin. She doubled over and Ragnar's legs were already around her squeezing as hard as he could trying to get her to tap. It wasn't an ideal position or move but it was all he could do at the current moment. Her gaze said it all, she wasn't pleased and he was going to pay for it. As he predicted a shot came and immediately connected across the side of Ragnars face. He couldn't move without letting go and if he let go he'd surely lose.

It connected and his head whipped back into the grass it giving the back of his head a nice cushion. He shook his head furiously to clear the stars as a warmth began to trail down the sides of his face. She had split his nose clean open with the hit and it was lucky for him that she didn't break it all together. "Y....ield" He exclaimed through clenched teeth continuing to squeeze. He was stuck, his free hand was now up to try and defend any further punches but he couldn't do anything else without sacrificing his position. He was too bloodied from her shots to fight her any other way he would have to hold her until she beat him into submission or until she caved.

It seemed he would be testing just how stubborn she was and from the fire in the boys eyes and the blood on his face it was painfully clear just how stubborn he was. He would not be deterred at least not willingly.

He held her in this stalemate locked with her in what appeared to be an eternal struggle. He couldn't lose he wouldn't. She was fighting with every ounce of her being. Such fire! Such determination! It granted her a level of respect that Ragnar didn't have for her before. To see someone fight so fervently etched reminded him of him. As she went limp his eyes widened and he released her from his grasp. "Dez???" He exclaimed worriedly as she fell upon him causing his body to fall back into the earth. It was wet with his blood and panic soon begin to set in as he feared he had killed the girl he was charged with watching.

As she sprang to life and bolted off of him he let out a frightened gasp obviously startled by such a movement. He immediately wrapped his arms around his rib cage it tightly the cracks that emanated from them at his gasp a clear sign that what was likely a hairline fracture was a full break now. His heart pounding, his blood racing. He breathed fast and heavy panting with fatigue and fear. As she looked upon him he let out a long sigh and fell back limp against the dirt his breathing still ragged. "Thank the gods...." He whispered his eyes now closed trying to keep any tears from forming. He had never experienced such a feeling before and he would not experience it again.

He lay there blood slipping from his lips and nose his cheeks already swelling a bit and his chest tight from the broken ribs on his right side. He wasn't in danger of dying from these injuries but he prayed no one would attack Dez now or the best he could do would be throw himself at them as a sacrificial lamb. He was on his back trying to slow his breathing and heart but with such shallow breaths he was having a difficult time. "Are..... you.... ok?" He managed to slip out between breaths opening and eye to look at her trying to get a good look over the blood that flowed down past his cheeks. Even in such bad shape he had to ensure she wasn't hurt.