[i]Puzzling.[/i]

Isabelle allows her eyes to tighten slightly, mostly to show the cameras she's paying attention. Inwardly, she's frowning. It doesn't make sense. Of the two probabilities, one is favoured; that this is the real Jacinta after all. The insult was directed at her, and wouldn't have had as much of an impact on one of her ring-ins.

On the other hand, this is very much not her typical fighting style. So what, is she still holding back? That doesn't make sense either.

Still, an opening is an opening. And it would be a shame to waste it.

Emberlight twists out of the way of the oncoming opponent, scant moments before its claws blast through the trunk behind her. Despite herself, Isabelle can't help but acknowledge the readouts on their discharge, assessing the risk they would pose if they actually connected.

Normally she wouldn't indulge in such daydreaming during a fight, but she was confident that the surprise left behind on that tree would buy her the time.

Indeed, her opponent would have only had just enough time to realise two things. The first; that she'd missed her intended target. The second; that the one particular shard of the tree trunk was still attached to her mech's hand, and it was [i]beeping[/i].

With the blast taking the opponent off balance, Isabelle struck. Block high, duck low. And bring her own EMP gauntlet into a crushing grip around those claws. A crackling blue discharge later, and - even if they weren't immediately knocked offline - her opponent's ability to use them in the fight would be crippled.

Holding the smoking mecha with one hand, she lifts it off the ground slightly.

"Do you yield, "Jacinterina"?" she asks, bringing the second arm back over her shoulder "Or am I going to need to pry you out of there?"

[Roll to fight. 6 + 6 + 3 = [b]15[/b]. Taking away their use of the electro-gauntlets. Inflicting a condition. And gaining a string.]