Much like someone who's caught the tail of a tiger, Jim's put himself in a bit of a bind now. He can't hang on forever, but if he lets go, she's at a greater advantage than he is as far as striking back.

Eh, screw it. Jim's always been a risk-taker.

Still on his back, he releases his hold on her and snaps a follow-up kick at her kneecap as quick as he can, and all the while it feels surreal to be having this conversation in the middle of the fight as opposed to over drinks. Especially when he's in the middle of trying to hobble her. "Sorry to hear that," he says sincerely.

At least pain of the body is temporary.