forehead.
In the third round, The Anvil, desperate and exhausted, rushed in for a sloppy clinch. This
was what Elara had been waiting for.
She secured a Thai plum, trapping The Anvil's head, and delivered two vicious knees to the
ribs. As the champion crumpled forward, Elara transitioned seamlessly, wrapping her legs
around The Anvil's neck and arm, locking in a triangle choke while simultaneously securing
an armbar.
It was a double threat. The Anvil was trapped, suffocating, and her arm was on the verge of
snapping. She tapped out frantically.