Pins him down with a single hand.
He cannot quite recall just how he ended up in this predicament; merely that one moment he thinks to have the upper hand on Radagon, confident in his own abilities as a warrior to stand his own even against a demi-god and then in the next he finds himself defeated, legs swept out from under him as he is thrown to the ground with what seems but a mere glancing blow, pinned down like an insect by only a single hand.
It should sting his pride. 'Tis too easy a defeat for a warrior like him to suffer, especially after having faced down foes much larger, much stronger and yet━ looking up at Radagon sat above him, confidence and power radiating from his form in ways he has rarely seen since taking him from the roots of the Erd Tree, his red hair lit aflame by the brilliance of the sky behind him, Godfrey feels naught short of awed.
Such strength━ he feels the weight of that hand on his chest like a stone, a shackle that keeps him from moving, the thought that Radagon could do whatever he wanted, move him however he wished sending a thrill down his spine that leaves him reeling at the realization that rather than be afeared, it excites him instead. Here, for once, is a being he cannot control. A being that can control him, instead.
" You have won, " his voice is a low burr, carefully controlled, his body lain absolutely still. " And I am at thine mercy, it seems. So━ what wouldst thou have of me? "