Lunar Messiah vs Yeldo

Truth be told Lunar wasn't sure why she hadn't gone for this move earlier. After all Yeldo's body seemed prime for riding, though trying to attempt this at the start of the fight would have certainly resulted in a swift counter no doubt. Now though with both involved reaching the end of the rope it seemed viable to indeed try to wrangle control of Yeldo, he seemed to take considerable offence to this action. Lunar again was unaware of his culture among other things, though practically speaking he had to know the weakness his body had in this.

The Centaur was certainly putting up quite the fight, Lunar's flower that adorned her hair went flying off. It was a plastic one thankfully, still though Yeldo was putting up a very hard struggle here. A sort of rodeo, however Lunar was going to try and remain where she was. Sure she swayed here and there, but the weapon of science had arguably restrained worse opponent. Such as vampires and werewolves, though the opponent had the mobility and figure.

"I have you Yeldo-san! You can either submit or pass out! Either way your defeat is a statistical certainty!" Lunar shouted as she rode atop Yeldo, if she could just maintain this choke on him. A weakness all organics had was they needed to breathe, Lunar was trying to be as surgical as possible with this. Then it'd only be a matter of time till victory was bound for her.

Yeldo puts much energy in the rodeo, but he doesn't manage to throw off his rider, who keeps choking him from behind. With that, the Centaur is exhausting himself faster, cause he has some issues in catching his breath. He firmly grips Lunar's arm, even if he doesn't break the hold he just wants to get a bit of loose to breath and speak :
« I will never submit while you're riding me ! I AM NOT A HORSE ! »
Yeldo then tries a risky move, but it can work. Since Lunar is herself gripped at his torso and neck, the Centaur would suddently bend over, moving his torso down, whilst pulling on his rider's arm. This way, he intends on lifting her offbalance and making her tip over his human back.
It has some great chance to work, and if not, then the male Centaur would gallop toward the ropes to catch them again.
He needs to breath.
And he needs to save his pride.