He lands on one shoulder and rolls, ready to spring up and continue, but...
Look, he's down, and that's decided the point for him. He doesn't try to get up, just folds into an ingrained pose of submission, head inclined, hands slightly out at his sides but relaxed and aimed at the floor.
(Not that it's ever worked that well for him before, but some things are ingrained.)
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He lands on one shoulder and rolls, ready to spring up and continue, but...
Look, he's down, and that's decided the point for him. He doesn't try to get up, just folds into an ingrained pose of submission, head inclined, hands slightly out at his sides but relaxed and aimed at the floor.
(Not that it's ever worked that well for him before, but some things are ingrained.)
"I yield."