Fists had collided with blocking arms, the smell of salt and iron filled the air, the sounds of the two sparring had filled the quiet room for nearly an hour now. Jordan knew that he held the power when it came to the battle in blow for blow, but she outmatched him in the field of speed, this fight was hers, all she had to do was take the final chance, the thought that this little girl spun a burning rage through his mind, his teeth ground together and quickly he charged for her, a deafening yell escaping from the man as he ran with his shoulders down in a tackle - unfortunately the damned girl had expected that and in two seconds flat he felt his chest being slammed into the floor, and his right arm being pinned behind his back. “ YIELD! YIELD! “ Trace nearly begged the moment her knee met with the back of his head.