He knew Sigurd was guarding with his stone arm and he saw the sword strike coming – yet neither would deter him from going for the pin. Gigue would now enter the area of his own dominance, where it could all be finished in a single move; if he were to let it become a war of attrition, then Sigurd would have already won, so it was a top priority for him to circumvent even the possibility of that happening, instead, shooting for a fierce and decisive blitz.
Another streak of red on his crisp white costume; another wound, the blade almost cutting straight to the femur. Good thing he wouldn’t need his left leg; wouldn’t need it to go in for the kill. Gigue had thought of showing the warrior mercy before, planning to knock him unconscious with a kick, but alas, that was an option no more. However, he saw another opportunity to claim victory and had no qualms in taking it by blood - after all, neither of them had arrived expecting to leave with hands unmarred.
The solution was rather simple: bending his right leg, he'd place its heel square on the man's left shoulder, pinning the it to the ground and having his leg block Sigurd's stone arm form reaching over to protect his own body. Then, a situp, during which Gigue would slip his right hand underneath his tuxedo - and immediately after, a viper quick stab, a knife in hand, held in icepick grip, targeting the neck. The irony of it - a bodyguard trying on the role of an assassin - but who was to say that it weren't a sneaky, and most importantly, deadly move?