Brigette ducked the haymaker, then kneed Iola in his abdomen.
From there, she took hold of his shoulders and lifted him up using
all the strength she could pack, then leaned back so that the two
opponents' backs hit the ground at the same time.
From the sidelines, Clarisse looked confused: "Wha...? Why did she
do that?"
“I know I said you were an angel... But you're more than
that. You've come down upon this battlefield... as an Angel of
Death" ~Bungo Stray Dogs
"you were too correct"
"They might have forgotten we aren't supposed to kill each other.
When pushed truely to your limits, one sometimes forget this fact
as you are fighting for your life." She says quietly
“I know I said you were an angel... But you're more than
that. You've come down upon this battlefield... as an Angel of
Death" ~Bungo Stray Dogs
"you were too correct"
"Nah, no chance of that. I've been on the receiving end of one.
It's not pleasant, but nothing dangerous." Clarisse explained: "On
the other hand, I wonder why she decided to use it in an actual
fight..."
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop worrying for you two, it’s just who I
am. Haha...I’ve really grown to care for you two.” He chuckled. He
sincerely meant it, and was planning a post battle party.
He landed with a cough but twisted around so that he was sitting
firmly on Bridgette's collar bone and pressed his knees against her
windpipe in an attempt to choke her. To be even more safe, He
covered Bridgette's eyes casting a very weak Nosferatu that barely
did anything
Brigette punched upwards, to Iola's neck. It didn't hurt, but the
sudden stimulus forced him to momentarly release the pressure. She
used this chance to roll sideways, escaping the predicament.
"Not... bad..." Brigette was breathing hard, to regain her normal
breathing cycle "But... I'm gonna... win..."
Acting on instinct, Iola did a quick spin and used the momentum to
close the distance and backhand Bridgette. Following up with a kick
to the chest to try and disrupt her breathing again, Iola staunchly
ignored the sting of pain lacing through his arm. Years of
forbidding himself to fight had obviously dulled the skills he had
learned on the streets as well as the muscles needed to execute
said skills
Brigette acted almost istantly as soon as she saw the leg move,
slightly bent her knee and checked Iola's kick with her sternum,
rolling back with the kick's push. Once again on her feet, she
ditched her gauntlets, and put up an inverted guard, left arm and
right leg forward. She carefully approached Iola, looking for an
opening.
When she heard Marcus, she instantly answered, without looking at
him: "Two on one? I'll go down swinging, I promise."
"I can do this myself." He snorted sliding into the familiar half
guard. Facing Bridgette head on with one hand protecting his jaw
and the other loosely resting on his thigh, Iola narrowed his eyes.
The key to a successful half guard was speed and he had enough of
that. Probably. He waited for Bridgette to make the first move