[i]Isabella would kick into combat, suddenly bringing herself down to one knee. She brought her right foot back, the boot shifting so that her toes were upon the ground, the rest raised up. Her hands would shoot out, grabbing the pole as it slammed into her grasp. It hurt like hell, but pain was temporary. Victory wasn't.[/i] [i]From there, Isabella would both push herself forwards and yank the staff into her grasp. An attempt to slam Traci back, and take the staff for herself. Meanwhile, Irina would shrug, nodding a little.[/i] "Hmm. She's a dedicated friend. I wouldn't know much about you two, but hey.. walking tanks like her that put themselves in the midst of chaos for you? Damn, that's good. ...Though this Freya bitсh would probably flip out if she found her dead girlfriend, but hey."