The man was fast, faster than Nicair had ever seen. It took everything he had to keep up with the slashes, at times he couldn't manage and the knives cut through his armorweave. They weren't large gashes, but they were enough to show he wasn't fast enough. He had to close the distance, grapple with him. The strikes were coming too fast, he was going to wear out in his armor. He could already start to feel a dull ache in his shoulders.
An arcing slash was just the thing he needed. With an almost desperation he reached his left arm up, grabbed the man's wrist, turned his body around, and threw his hips into his upper thighs. He kept his grip on the wrist and used it to pull himself close, in doing so he thrusted his knee onto the side of his foe's neck and tugged up on the arm. Nicair would eventually need to try some form of hold to incapacitate him, but for now he needed a second to readjust to his surroundings. He would have been able to do so had a leg not wrapped itself around his neck. Such flexibility was practically unheard of, he had kept his position, kept his torso long. His foe had to have torn something to get his body to contort in such a way.
The leg around his neck flexed in such a way that his head was being twisted back, he couldn't hold the position, if he tried the other leg would come up and he would be in a choke hold. He collapsed his own base, lifted up his leg from the neck of his opponent, pulled the man's body flat to his back and slammed his leg back down onto his throat. It wasn't meant to be a completely offensive maneuver, he didn't have the power or leverage in his position to do much of anything. But it was something that could be used to get him into an arm bar position. The two quickly became locked up with Nicair's foe on top of him, it was a neutral position, neither had the clear advantage but neither was willing to give up their hold.
Work fast, Jedi.