Albus was rather proud of himself. He couldn't have planned that better, Bella turning into his fist. It was perfect and she would be left just as bruised up as he would be come a few hours. He'd never had a broken nose before, but he knew that when they were broken the blood vessels under the eyes usually broke, coloring both of them as well. He wasn't entirely looking forward to that, but he could take pleasure that when he came back she would be looking just as well as he did.
He wasn't, however, expecting to end up on his back on the ground with her standing over him. He was even more surprised that he liked the position, to a certain extent. "I'm done." Albus threw his hands up, one feeling his nose, the other wrapping around her ankle to pull it out from under her, and from off of him. When she fell, he sat up, pushing off of the ground. "Now I surrender." He grinned again.