It seems he's one of those men who would sooner kick themselves than kneel to another, because as soon as her power attempts to force him to bow, his efforts to resist redouble. She does manage to force one arm to his back, but the other strains and jerks hideously in an attempt to prevent it from crossing over his chest.

A thin sheen of sweat dots his forehead, and his breathing comes heavier than before. Despite this his body's effort to compensate, he remains pale; when he speaks, it's through a clenched jaw, with a low, raspy voice-- all signs that he's lost. Rather than succumbing to the indignity she forces, he calls the spar.

"Enough."