Goddamnit, she even feels the moment her center of gravity starts to go but can't do a thing to stop it– and then she's on her back and winded, gasping.

Sylvie pins her between her thighs.

She isn't heavy, but she's surprisingly strong. Her arms tense and cord as she presses Abby down into the mats. Abby lets her soak in the triumph for thirty odd seconds before she grunts and knocks the blade away, pulse coming hard and fast.

"Yeah." Now that she's been humbled... now that she knows Sylvie can and will use her weight and strength against her. She retrieves her sword before she stands, but grimaces at it.