When she went flying to the ground to land hard upon her tailbone, she had a moment to consider accepting defeat, of letting this bout end cleanly with his victory. Perhaps she could change the pattern, perhaps they could fight in an honorable way, as they were meant to fight.
But... no, hadn't he been the one to scoff at the idea of honor whilst sparring?
These thoughts flew through her mind at record speed, and the lessons she had learned over the last week were fresh in her recollection; as her hand landed painfully on the ground, she swept it forward just as he was on the verge of pinning her. The dirt fanned up and out, hitting him square in the face; as he reacted, she grabbed a fistful of his tunic to yank him off of her, pouncing on top of him instead.
The bout ended with her breathing hard, perched on him, her knee at his groin and her elbow at his throat. Only once she was quite certain that he was secure did she answer his question in a calm voice she was rather proud of herself for maintaining - even if the words did come with frequent pauses for quick, ragged breaths. "Yes, I did. How did it go... 'What, you expect your opponent in a real fight not to use dirty tricks? There's no point to sparring if you're always holding back.' Is that not so?"