Phantom Hollow he bears that weight alone

His lips curl upwards. High off the thrill, he doesn’t keep his blows light like he might have with Ghost. Each hit is done with damage in mind, and instinct taking over.
He gets what he wants—she falls and her neck is in his grasp. Underneath she kicks and struggles, snarling and snapping at him. Her jaws slice at an eyebrow, narrowly missing striking through a champagne eye.
Firestorm fights her back, attempting to keep her down upon the ground with the pressure of his jaws. A forearm strikes out in attempt to slam across her side to further aid this.