He sprung forward on one foot, jabbing wide of her face expecting her to dodge and used his momentum to turn it into an elbow. Not waiting to see if he hit he leaped upwards, bringing a knee to her midsection. He wouldn't go full strength on her and let momentum do all of the work. His free hand locked around one of her arms and he stepped past her, pulling her at an awkward angle. He spun around her quickly, shifting her wrist from one hand to the other, to keep her off balance. Placing a foot on the side of her knee he pushed lightly, applying pressure with his heel to force her knee to bend. Then he stepped forward, raising her still captured arm as he stepped in. He let his foot tap lightly into her exposed ribs several times. "Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit." He raised the same foot and tapped the sole of his foot to her shoulder. "Dislocated," and with another tap of his foot to her ribs he said, "Broken." He let her arm go. "That's what I have," he sounded sad. "That is all I've ever had."