Morrigan was too caught up in the momentum and motion of the uppercut to dodge the strike aimed at her ribs. It collided with her hard, and knocked the wind from her lungs. She could only gasp loudly as she looked her opponent in the eyes with a look of rage and disdain. Summoning her will once more, she stood her ground against the blow, feet planted firmly upon the ground. She was sure that she could feel the internal spreading warmth and solid clicks of a few of her ribs finally breaking, and her blood seeping into her body as she bled internally. Around them the battle was all but dwindling, either side being pushed back in turn as the stragglers dragged off the injured or watched on in awe. She would need to finish this quickly, and he was much too fast for her to outpace.

A loud, shrill cicada song came from The Arms as she began a quick motion with both arms, making a move to grab at the arm that Leo had thrown at her stomach, intending to put a vice-like grip on it to hold him in place. Her other hand went to her thigh holster to draw Red Rum, a shell already loaded just in case a situation like the arose. With a click, she flicked the safety off and brought it to bear, bringing the barrel in line with the lion-man's knee. "Lay low, creature!" She gasped out as the barrel ignited and hoping she held him in place for long enough to hit the shot. "Or else the next one goes in between your teeth!"