I can't pull off the sweep as intended. . But I do not panic. 15 years of grappling has taught me that there is always an escape, I just need to find it. She tries to drive her knee in my side, but with my right leg hooking her left and holding us together at the hip, there isn't much on those knees. She looks down at me. Our eyes meet, but not a word is spoken. I can see the determination in her eyes, but i am just as determined, maybe more. With the flexibility of gumby, she pulls her arms from my overhooks, and plants her hands on my chest to push off. I can't hide my nipples stiffening as she flattens mt girls as she pushes off and disengage as she sinks back on her hunches.
I pull open guard on my back, turning on the mats to keep my feet towards her. Hands in front of me with my elbows tucked, just in case she manages to get past my guard somehow. I measure the distance. Slither in range, and uncoil a push kick, aiming my right heel towards her left breast, intending to follow the impact by launching at her and securing a mount. Yt