Thread: ..::Hᴀ, I ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ!::.. [Sɪɢʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ)

Each thrash of her sword grew bolder, edging close enough that Eligos would be able to feel the wind of her blade. Scartlet amazed herself as she had never dared to be as close as she was to him close enough to feel his heat radiating onto her sensitive skin. His crude comments went unnoticed as she was concentrating on her nimbleness, the patterns of her breathing, and the heavy strides she had to take to dodge his own attacks. One incorrect move resulted in the loss of her sword, the blade ringing as it quivered from the harsh swat. Deeming she had enough time to recover her weapon, her heals dug into the soil before pivoting in the direction to retrieve her only chance of victory. Another foolish mistake. Gah! Scarlet clenched her teeth together in distress as her snowy tresses entangled within the grasp of his uprising. Her hands relentlessly attempted to claw at his own, her nails digging into his flesh to leave crescent-like indentations as a memento. As her body flailed and contorted, an object in her pocket caused some minor discomfort the locks! Her heart jolted as the idea sprung into her edgy mind. Lowering her hands, she would lay them by her sides nonchalantly, as if she were giving up and submitting to her fate. A vise-like grip entangled around her esophagus, her neck muscles tensing as they attempted to retaliate the clasp. Eligoss eyes were pierced with a hidden secret, something she never witnessed before in him, let alone make out what was going on through his troubled head. Scarlet wanted to raise her hands up to fight his own off from her delicate neck, the airflow decreasing dangerously, but instead she made a risky decision to fumble through her pockets while his hands were already preoccupied. The strength of his grip was intensifying, granting Scarlet only to retrieve one lock out of pure panic. Biting her lower lip in frustration, her hands rapidly swung upwards to securely lock one of the cuffs onto his left hand, the lock snapping in place before the force of his left hand plunged due to the magic barrier. Fortuitously her airway was given enough slack to gulp in a mouthful of air, her lungs throbbing for the nitrogen-rich gas. Her petite heart sprinted for survival, those fight-or-flight instincts kicking in, and she chose to fight. Whats the matter? You look shocked, I wonder why Despite how hoarse her voice had grown from the strangulation she continued to jester with him, admiring the flames wilting in his eyes. Scarlet wasnt the type to throw a hard punch, but it was worth the jeopardy to repossess her weapon. Cheekily her right hand coiled into a tight fist, those knuckles turning white from extensive force, before decking him straight into the bridge of his nose. It was enough to loosen his grip, her fist tumbling down onto the dip in his arm to sling it away from her neck. Phantom-grips lingered on her now freed throat, feeling as if his hands had never left. Without haste she would dart like a bullet to her sword, eagerly clasping onto the base before wielding it with a newfound sense of success. Either you surrender or continue to fight for your life, Eligos.