It's not as vicious a fight as it probably would have been if they were both at full strength. York is aided by the fact that he pegged her absolutely correctly -- the hits that he can't dodge hit hard but South is exhausting herself faster than he is and he's able to avoid the worst of it just because she telegraphs her moves slightly. It's the same as she always did, he doesn't need to see her 100% of the time to know what she's about to do. He did always watch everyone train, after all.

Still, it's close, and takes awhile before he's got her down in the snow, a knee in her back to keep her down, one arm twisted up behind her. He's panting and feels leaden, but he won. He fucking won.

"Had enough?"