Clint had a pillow in his stomach now and was dodging swipes and knew he really had to get her awake before she could hurt herself. After all, there wasn't that much room here for one thing. To try to stop her moving for the moment, he went in for a pin. His arms and chest were well muscled enough from the bow that he could probably manage, even if he wasn't exactly the biggest fighter or anything and couldn't do jack shit with a sword most of the time.