A DAM SET TO BURST [Open]

All was forgotten in the moment, save for the struggle between this two. A blissful encounter that in any other setting Sol would be tripping over himself to give thanks to. This young man provided him with such a fight that he had forgotten his brief anger. Instead the tenacity of which the young man fought with, the calculating and ruthless nature in which he sought to break Sol was beautiful in it's own way. For that, Sol would be thankful.

As he felt the hand of the stranger upon his wrist, his eyes would flicker to it as he saw the movement of his leg. In this moment Sol made a choice, acting on his speed and aggression to counteract his opponent's mobility. If there was not enough space between the both of them, he would not be able to extend that leg for a kick. His left leg would take a step forward as he threw his weight forward, his legs coiling before springing literally jumping towards the male. While the leg of the stranger lifted up, Sol would crash his hips into their torso seeking to wrap his legs around him and force him to the ground. Ideally, while they only had a single leg on the ground.

Provided he was able to throw his weight onto him and wrap his legs around his waist, he'd raise his arm not currently being grabbed and seek to smash his elbow right into the man's forehead- repeatedly until he fell to the floor.

"Stop! Stop, damn you!"

The words left Sol's mouth in a fit of anger, perhaps at the tenacity of the other man or simply because he was growing annoyed with the situation. If this kept up, he feared only some lasting damage would end this. But the released of anger throughout the fight had managed to calm him down somewhat. So, with that being said, Sol would drop a knee on the guy's good arm to pin it to the floor certainly applying more than enough pressure for it to be painful. His free hand would grip him by the throat, applying pressure to cut off blood circulation and push his palm against his trachea.

A man could only do so much before they lost steam from the lack of oxygen, and blood flowing to their brain. Provided he began to slow his struggle down, the long hair'd male would grimace down at him. The unreasonable hatred in the fighter's eyes giving way to mild annoyance, and perhaps a slight worry. If this guy was injured, permnantly, or too much, he doubt his career in the Gotei would fare well.

"Calm down, and I'll let you up. Otherwise I'm putting you under, asshole." He'd warn briefly tightening his grip for emphasis. Once he was given confirmation he would calm down, or stop struggling, he'd slowly release the pressure- even going so far a to carefully withdraw himself from the male.

"Yeah, you did."

Sol would say a little out of breath as well, if not a bit annoyed still. But he'd actually move getting to his own feet to let the young man get up. As he got up, Sol would cast a glance towards the crowd. A scowl would enter his features as he waved his arms at the ground shouting something along the lines of 'Move on, get away' towards them which was enough to spook most of them off.

After the guy got to his feet, he'd look him over with some minor grimaces. He had done a number to him, and now things where gonna get awkward. In truth, Sol knew that he was out of line. This guy could get him in some real trouble if they wanted to. After a moment of awkward silence.

"If you're Gotei we should take you to the infirmary." He'd finally say with a sigh, looking around. He'd shift his weight as he turned around to begin to walk, assuming the guy would follow. "Name's Sol. Sorry about the arm." A pause.

"It's been a rough day."

Yeah, hopefully the guy would understand. Maybe not. Maybe so.