[i]The knightess actually yelled out in apparent pain this time, a rather large gash appearing from where JT had sliced at. As soon as he tore through armor and some flesh, Olivia reared back immediately and gripped her spear with both hands, holding the weapon at her side before suddenly jabbing at him. For this, she had grabbed the crossguard on the spear with her left for support, thrusting the weapon with enough strength to pierce the scales of dragons with ease. [/i]

[i]The plasma tip was a boon to JT and a disadvantage to Olivia in a way that only the Techno-Cowboy had thought of, as the immense heat would cauterize the wound upon entry and release from his body. Her spear protruded through the torso of the cowboy as the burning sensation lingered through his stomach and the metal tore through flesh and bone, completely impaling JT like food on a shishkebab was ran through by a stick. But the cowboy dashed forwards and furthered himself onto the weapon as he tackled Olivia while still ran through, as she could not use it while it was still inside his body. [/i]

[i]Olivia's eyes suddenly widened beneath her helm as she was thrown to the ground, with the impaled JT on top of her. Hitting the dirt with a thud, she let go of her spear as she began throwing punches rapidly at JT's face and throat, in an attempt to get him off of her. [/i]

[i]JT's throat was punched what felt like a hundred times as he took the hits, and his face was broken and bloodied by the time of impact, but between the hits Olivia saw the stare of a man who wasn't going to put his life on the line without expecting to lose it outright in a fight. Not wanting to kill the woman, he grabbed his Jagdkommando Tri Dagger from his belt as he held it up against Olivia's throat, but he didn't make an effort to kill. Rather, he removed it not too long after and stood up from her. "Looks like I win." [/i]

[i]Suddenly stopping, Olivia's mood went from slightly excited to absolutely fúcking livid in a heartbeat.[/i] "...Fúck off." [i]Anyone that knew Olivia knew that she took combat seriously, and that she never truly accepted defeat. Meaning that usually, she'd continue fighting. Not now. She was too pissed off at losing to someone she thought she could beat. Taking her spear furiously, the knightess rose up almost immediately before turning her back to the cowboy. Swearing rather profusely for an eighteen year old, the knightess walked away from the scene, praying that there would be a punching bag or some dumbass bandit nearby that she could pummel to near death out of rage. [/i]

((End)) ((Sixth option lost XD))