The spin was to be expected - it was one of the ways to get at your opponent in this hold. Reluctant to release his hold on Daniel, Conall grunted at the blows to his side, and aimed one or two of his own at Daniel's head. "Fuck off," he muttered through gritted teeth, though he was more just cursing for the sake of cursing through pain than anything.
The kick to the knee worked, as Conall nearly dropped to one knee and staggered back a step or two. He didn't lose his balance, but the knee shot was cheap. That could be permanently damaging. The techie glared at the other man, both catching their breath. Conall held his side, gingerly feeling his ribs. Bruised, maybe. They didn't hurt bad enough to be cracked. His knee was throbbing, too. Ass. But what could you expect from a traitor?
"Getting tired?" he asked with a grin that was more of a grimace.