Not quite upper torso - just below the solar plexus, leaving about a ribcage's length between his hip and Sigurd's shoulder. But yeah, that was a hasty move on my part. Not on Gigue's though - i've got the sleekest was possible to get him out of this situation, and seeing as he's supposed to be an analytical mastermind, formerly being the head of a large industrial syndicate's security, as well as an accomplished wrestler, it'd be in character to say that he planned for the fancy move i'm going to bust out.