Emmett had barely enough time to register that his swing had missed, and the next thing he knew, he felt a light tap at his stomach. Glancing downwards, he took note of how he probably would have the wind knocked out of him if Iris hadn't stopped at the last second. The adrenaline was starting to kick in, and it gave him that buzz he always got during a fight. Carelessly brushing a stray lock of curly hair out of his eyes, he lightly thumped chest twice with his fists. It was a little ritual that carried over from his MMA days, something to settle the nerves.

[i]"Watch for easy access points when fighting someone smaller. My right side is weaker so if instead of trying to block, I used my size to throw my own attack. "[/i]

Taking that into consideration, Emmett managed a counter. Opening his glove downwards so that his palm faced the ground, he caught the uppercut by pushing it down and to the right. He knew that he was now susceptible to even more blows to the head, he quickly rotated inwards and directed a straight jab at Iris's face.