[i]The first time that the elbow hit, Isabella's head slammed back into the dirt, a tooth flying from her mouth as she made sure to keep her tongue back before clamping down. Seeing as the twisting had somewhat worked.. her arms would return, this time brought up to her face in an effort to defend against the elbow. Searing pain ran through her right forearm as if the bone within had cracked, a feeling that Isabella knew, yet she would attempt to not allow it to happen again.[/i] [i]The first step was getting up, though, and the first step to that was getting the elbow away. Isabella suddenly bashed the elbow away, directed it to the ground before, in her daze, stumbling back. Yet all the while, she kept a slightly bloodied grin, as she brought her fists back up to her face, tilting her shoulder to the Huntress. She had attempted to assume the defensive.[/i]