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By the time he throws you off of him, well if he hasn't lost his eyes he certainly can't see from all the blood in them and the harm you dealt. He hazily grabs for his sword and shield but before he can properly defend himself, you rush for him and throw yourself at the man in an attempted tackle. Though you're not big or strong enough to just knock him down immediately, the two of you grunt and struggle as you eventually manage to pull him down to the ground. A violent and uncoordinated mess as your bodies are tangled in a desperate contest for dominance over each other, through the grunting and yelling and blood and sweat. Rolling about on the ground in the struggling grapple, it is as evident as before that the man knows how to fight and has experience, meanwhile love and peacefulness are your nature.
But for all his might and skill, he is only partially divine while you are a goddess truly. As such, even the divinity in him was that of war or strength, despite your utter lack of those things your inherent divine power can just barely match him. You don't really know what you're doing other than amateurishly trying to subdue him, yet each time he skillfully grapples you into some hold, by your godly strength and dexterity you manage to escape his control. Here and there the two of you exchange blows, from a punch or an elbow or a headbutt, attacks which actually hurt you for real (alarmingly so) yet he surely feels yours worse.
<span class="mu-b">"Zafira!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Get at him! Help her!"</span>
It can't have been more than some minutes, if that, but by the time the two of you are battered and bruised and exhausted from your struggle with still no victor, your mortal allies have recovered from the warrior's attacks. Eventually noticed among the ashen remains of the camp where you and the warrior tumbled in your struggle, Tyne and the soldiers call to regroup and hurry to your side. Though their first instinct is simply to try and free you from the fight and just pull the two of you apart, a stray kick from the warrior breaks a man's leg. After that they don't bother taking chances, and carefully as they can they attack into the fray with weapons. Mostly directed at the warrior, though some inevitably catch you, but Tyne and the others stab and swing repeatedly.
And even if you suffered half of the attacks it wouldn't have mattered, because now the clear advantage is to you; mortal attacks which cannot truly harm you, but the warrior is himself mortal. He roars in bloody fury at the fight so dishonorably turning against him like this, but a bloody fury it is as the attacks increasingly wound him. As mighty as he is, the man can only take so many stabs to the torso and if it weren't for his fading strength, you would not be able to restrain him in his final mad burst of power. Like the dying effort of an animal, it takes all your strength just to hold him for as long as you can...
