Kaladin- Dramatic Grappling

Kaladin stepped directly into the Pursuer’s path and dropped his spear, willingly entering the grapple. Turning at the last moment, he caught the Pursuer’s hands as they reached for him. Thrumming with Stormlight, Kaladin held the Pursuer’s wrists. Storms, the creature was stronger than he was. But Kaladin wouldn’t run or hide. Not this time. This time he only had to give Teft and Lift enough space to work.

And Kaladin had discovered something during their last fight. This creature was not a soldier.

“Give in, little man,” the Pursuer said. “I am as unavoidable as the coming storm. I will chase you forever.”

“Good,” Kaladin said.

“Bravado!” the Pursuer said, laughing. He managed to hook Kaladin’s foot, then used his superior strength to shove Kaladin to the ground. Best Kaladin could do was hang on and pull him down as well. The Pursuer kneed Kaladin in the gut, then twisted to get him in a hold. “So foolish!”

Kaladin writhed, barely able to keep from being immobilized. Syl flitted around them. As the Pursuer tried for a lock, Kaladin twisted around and met the Pursuer’s eyes, then smiled.

The Pursuer growled and repositioned to press Kaladin against the ground by his shoulders.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Kaladin said. “But you’re going to be afraid of me.”

“Madness,” the Pursuer said. “Your inevitable fate has caused madness in your frail mind.”

Kaladin grunted, back to the cold stone, using both hands to push the Pursuer’s right hand away. He kept his eyes locked on to the Pursuer’s.

“I killed you,” Kaladin said. “And I’ll kill you now. Then every time you return for me, I’ll kill you again. ”

“I’m immortal,” the Pursuer growled. But his rhythm had changed. Not so confident.

“Doesn’t matter,” Kaladin said. “I’ve heard what people say about you. Your life isn’t the blood in your veins, but the legend
you live. Each death kills that legend a little more. Each time I defeat you, it will rip you apart. Until you’re no longer known as the Pursuer. You’ll be known as the Defeated. The creature who, no matter how hard he tries, can’t ever beat ME. ”

Kaladin reached down and activated Navani’s device at his belt, then pressed the grip that dropped the weight. It was as if someone had suddenly tied a rope to his waist, and then pulled him out of the Pursuer’s grip, sliding him across the floor of the atrium.

Rhythm of War Chapter 103