He should use his height- Ghoul is. He knows to stay relatively low, keep Jet feeling off-kilter as he aims quick little frog punches at his ribs. A potential bit of spicy knuckle-on-bone contact while he laughs and barks crit at him. "Y'shoulda done a hair grab while I was all up in there, coulda swung a knee up and broke my face real smooth." Not that they're doing face shots. Jet just needs some ideas. Some strategy suggestions for the future.

A bear hug is interesting. That's not quite what Ghoul is expecting, and it causes him to falter for a second after he's swept up in arms longer than his whole fucking life. "Aw... Thanks, man." Ghoul flings his arms around Jet's torso in return, squeezing tightly, fingers digging in to the leather of his jacket.

And then, with all his weight, he all but throws himself towards the ground, hoping to drag Jet along with him and rob him of his balance completely.

Pinning the tiny human torpedo isn't such a far fetched idea, if Jet can keep his wits about him.