[ gamora is pleased by how well quill keeps up with her, that he meets her at this level to maintain the speed and rhythm of their spar. of course, her stamina outlasts his, and though she finds his sustained fight admirable, she sees him steadily losing steam, until he inevitably slips up.
her fist makes contact with his jaw, and while he's still dazed, she takes advantage. she grabs his shirt, shifts her weight, and effectively slams him into the mat, following up with her knee on his chest to keep him pinned to the ground (but without her full weight; small mercies).
she looks down at him, but there's no sneer in her expression, no derision for his loss. ]
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her fist makes contact with his jaw, and while he's still dazed, she takes advantage. she grabs his shirt, shifts her weight, and effectively slams him into the mat, following up with her knee on his chest to keep him pinned to the ground (but without her full weight; small mercies).
she looks down at him, but there's no sneer in her expression, no derision for his loss. ]
Better.