[Bruce takes the hit, and though a pain shoots through him, so does a sense of satisfaction. This is more like it, their sparring reaching a critical flow that leads to control. Of body, and of mind.
He grunts, the force pushing him backwards. He makes a grab for Shiro's human arm, attempting to twist it behind his back in a hold.]
not sure how my last sentence got eaten HOW EMBARRASSING.
He grunts, the force pushing him backwards. He makes a grab for Shiro's human arm, attempting to twist it behind his back in a hold.]