[i]Isabella's leg quivered with pain, yet she would continue to stand, a laugh escaping her gritted teeth. Fuсk, that kick felt good to Isabella. Being the usually merciless combatant that she was, and originating from the living hеll that was Khaom, pain and gain was all that the violet-haired woman knew in combat.[/i] [i]With the Huntress' leg outstretched, Isabella brought her other foot upon it, slamming her heavy boot down upon the woman's shin. This one was.. different. Her knee had halted the twisting, but nothing more. No satisfying cry of pain, no sharp breath.[/i] [i]Isabella already liked this fight.[/i]