"Huh?" he said quietly. There was a muffled pop as they collided, wearing heavy clothes as they were. The fact that she didn't immediately overwhelm him was only a testament to his famous talent as a wrestler. It wasn't that she was weak or unskilled, but that he'd spent almost every day doing this sort of thing.
He stuffed her arms to her sides and clamped them in place, finding his back up against a tree. He still couldn't tell if they were having fun or if she was angry at him--and angry enough to actually strike him? It didn't seem like her style.
His bladder hurt and the last thing he wanted was to scuffle. So he rolled away from the tree swiftly and, using his hook-grip on her arms, he tossed her down to the ground and landed on top of her.