D'Artigo stops and turns on a copper coin. Already facing Miv again, he lunges out in a similar tactic, though this time he stopped short so as to avoid the same happening. He dropped to a lower level and cracked Miv's knees together. Then he was instantly up on his feet again, waiting on Miv to make the next move.
D'Artigo smoothly rolled after Miv's throw. From his crouched position, D'Artigo leapt into the air, managing to grab one of Miv's shoulders, and twists her down to the ground under him. He braces his arm against her shoulders, pushing down hard.
"To hell I'm getting off you. This is a fight. You have to get out. There's no free tickets in a fight, and I'm sure as hell not going to fall for 'I'm squishing you.' This is what I mean. I'm teaching you to fight, not to beg for pity."
Miv's hands left dents when they hit the ground. Way too fast she pushed up and threw him off. Her eyes were again fully black, and her fangs were needles barely jutting out. "Don't do that!" She spat.