[James isn't bad -- Keith can tell that much pretty readily. Technique is there, execution is there, it's just an utter lack of flexibility or perhaps just general inexperience sparring with people who are proficient in martial arts other than judo. He grits his teeth as he maneuvers himself out of various grabs with hard elbow jabs to the ribs. Seeing an opening, he seizes it quickly, ducking down on one knee to yank James over his shoulder and rolls him onto his back. A moment later, Keith pins down both shoulders, pressing them firmly into the mat while sitting on the other's hips.]
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You done now?