Her punch connected too late, or Suzaku could have been just too fast. With the impact of accelerating bodies colliding, Sinica almost had her breath knocked out of her. Suzaku didn't give her time to recover, immediately capturing her neck in a tight lock, and regaining his momentum with the power of his arm, threw the trapped opponent to the ground. Two bodies fell, a mass of jerking arms and kicking feet. Sinica received heavy impact on two fronts: the hard floor on her back and head, and Suzaku's weight on top of her. Black spots threatened to dominate her vision. With her free left hand, she punched, raked, and pulled at the strong limb pressed hard against her windpipe, her knees and feet kicked were they could find purchase. Suzaku held fast, his muscles tensing, his grip tightening.

"You bloody son of a bitch," Sinica rasped between precious breaths.

"That's not how you say yield, my lady." Suzaku's ragged breath tingled her ears. It would have been a pleasant sensation, if the circumstances were different.

"You dare call me that, you fucker."

"Now with that mouth, you make me question your person."

"Let me go." The grip did not loosen. "Let me go, god dammit."

"That's not how you say yield, princess." Suzaku pressed his arms tighter around her neck, robbing Sinica of any further words and left only one breath to be spared. The pain was too much, her head was already too light.

"Yield."

At once she was gasping for air, which despite its urgency was painfully difficult to manage due to the persisting strain on her throat. Her skin betrayed the hotness of her face, and a glance at Suzaku made her realize how pitiful she must have looked. It took a minute before she recovered enough to speak.

"My, my, aren't you a little too feisty. Making a royal princess yield to a Number? What has the world come to?"

Suzaku did not rise to the bait. "You yielded to the Knight of Seven."

"Should the Knight of Thirteen be honored?"

"Now, you're being bitter, Sinica."

"And you're overstepping yourself, Eleven." The venom in her voice threw Suzaku aback. Silence descended, punctured by Sinica's heavy breaths. The 5th Princess of the Empire stood up, dignified, erect and invulnerable. She marched towards the door with not a single glance spared to the Number in front of her.

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End note: OK, so this is an intended character flaw of Sinica. Its her contradiction. Although she's against the oppression of non-Brittanians, she was raised and bred as a royal. Looking down on people is a natural thing to her. (Superiority complex much). The fact that she was bested by a "Number" hurt her pride more than the choke hurt her windpipe. This was supposed to be a turning point for Sinica, where she realizes how shallow her sympathy towards the Numbers are. At the end of the day, she still sees herself as better than them because of her bloodline, and this means she's no different from the other maltreating Britannians.