[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))