[Yuan does not yelp. He does grunt with the impact, low and displeased.]

[He has never been the most adept at pure hand-to-hand, grappling like this, but at the least he has raw strength. This he uses to keep Kratos moving, momentum serving to roll them again, though Yuan is having to make an effort to mind the difference between overpowering and crushing.]

[Damning Kratos is is quickly becoming a well-worn mental refrain again. Yuan pulls a leg up to try to still Kratos with his knee, so he can get a proper grip on him.]

[Botta has to wonder when he became the most mature person in the room. Stepping in is tempting. For the moment he presses a hand to his forehead and sighs.]