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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top - Onstage[/u][/b]

A face contorted in surprise and aggravation. Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes in the split second that woman had suddenly came flying from out of nowhere, tackling the arsonist Crispin out of the way of Isabella’s attacks; both her knife and her kick. As they tumbled to the floor, Aria’s body twisted and rolled into a crouch, her leg automatically sweeping to knock Isabella’s own from under her, as Crispin lunged forwards with a fist enflamed, destined to punch Isabella in the face much the same way the acrobat’s leg was intended for him, all in the space of a few minutes. 

A face contorted and twisted in sheer [i]venom and anger[/i].

But then, an exhalation of breath, and a closing of eyes. Calmness washed over the acrobat, as she let her body fall backwards…

…and back flipped out of the path of both Guilders’ attacks, her legs leaving the floor the instant before Aria’s leg sliced through their prior standing, her head and upper torso falling out of Crispin’s range and instead, one of her feet colliding with Crispin’s jaw as she back flipped once, twice, three times back and out of range. 

As she stood back perfectly upright, her arms stretched out before her, Isabella looked on at her two opponents, silently reading them and gauging how best to follow the fight up.

“ATH! MANTH! I THINK I BITH MY TONGUTH!” Crispin groaned as he held onto his chin and mouth. How the hell had she done that? He knew Isabella was good, being one of the senior most members of the circus and one of their most talented in the short space of time he had been at the circus… but how could she be that good? Broken! Hax! Calling time-out! 

Isabella wasted no time in reaching for more of her knives, deftly flinging four with intense speed all aimed at the pair…