*stares up at you in shock (nothing she's read or heard about you ever mentioned this kind of hand-to-hand prowess—or any physical prowess whatsoever)* *spends a split-instant on sheer alarm, because holy shit, how did Piper and Gardener and the entire network of eyes in Gondolin miss this??*
*doesn't bother answering right away, when any pause might telegraph her intentions and you're already proving much more of an immediate problem than she'd anticipated* *braces her hands on the floor and brings her legs up with a gymnast's speed and grace, scissor-locking her knees around your head and twisting her hips to bring you to the floor*
*wastes no time in demonstrating your earlier points (you're stronger) (you'll wear me down), either, swiftly rolling to her knees and pinning you far more effectively than before* *firmly* Stop it. Lord Glorfindel is on his way now—you're not leaving before he gets here. Understand?