His hold did finally break, but Korra was half drug down when he fell. If there's one thing Raph had, it was a hell of a grip. Massaging that out with some healing along with that ice pack felt like a wonderful idea now. Sprawling out her fingers, Korra wiggled them to get out the tingling sensation from the punch. They were both hard headed in the metaphorical and physical sense.

But she won.

Satisfied, Korra crouched crouched down on her haunches and smiled; blood still in her mouth from that uppercut she took earlier. With all that aggression out, she was content and moved her head to get a good look to see if he was visually orienting just fine.

Anger aside, of course. "Now that's what I call a sparring match." She held out her arm to offer help up, but Korra wasn't sure if he'd take it this time. That was a close match and she had a rough idea of how focused he was on winning.

Teasing about the bet could wait until they weren't looking like a complete mess.