Cliche titles are good, right?

Brailynn dug her feet deeper into the ground and narrowed her eyes, pulling her arms back and holding them up; she was blown back a little, and tried to grab a hold of his leg. 'Get him on the ground. Get him down and this will be over.' She thought to herself, glaring at the black-haired boy. Either way, she dealt with the pain and threw his leg to throw him off his balance again, getting low on the ground and swinging her leg twords his - to try and trip him one more time.