Unfortunately, Emmett wasn't quite quick enough to dodge the next blow. He had tried to move himself out of the way, but with his arm caught in a vice-like grip, he didn't really have much mobility. Plus, Iris was significantly smaller than him, and maneuverability was on her side. Taking a jab to just below his collarbone, he let out a little wince. It hurt, but it wasn't going to cause any permanent injuries. And thankfully, it wasn't actually aimed at his collarbone. Just 7 pounds of force was enough to break it, and the entire arm would've dropped like a sack of bricks.

Wrenching his arm free, Emmett got back into a defensive position. He briefly wondered whether a defensive or offensive play would be more suitable. There were pros and cons to each choice. If he chose to fight aggressively, he might tire himself out because of how quick Iris was. But he might be able to take her out with a solid blow to the head. Going on the defensive with his other choice, and although it probably would've been the safest option, he didn't fancy prolonging the fight. In the end, he decided to go on the offensive. After all, the best defense was a good offense.

Feinting with his right, Emmett aimed a cross at Iris's face.