Locked to Isabela

[cihuatlatoani]

[Montage is here at the deserted village at the appointed time, without her sword as promised. She's wearing a stripped down version of her usual uniform, and has a very fierce expression! She's ready to throw down.]

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[likebigboats]

[and yet the shittalking continues]

And yet our existences are a sad excuse.

[cihuatlatoani]

[This is getting stupidly shonen

Montage lets go with one arm to punch her again, trying to maintain her hold.]

I thought you the sort that rejoiced in life.

[likebigboats]

[A pained grunt, and she bucks to try breaking the remaining hold.]

Depends what mood you catch me in.

[Like right now, Callie's mood is: determined to headbutt Montage]

[cihuatlatoani]

[She cries out, reeling back, and lashes out with a less accurate punch. Her grip is pretty sufficiently loosened.]

[likebigboats]

[Swearing because she just clunked her head and then there's taking another punch...

But she's still determined to act on the opportunity. Squirming and trying to get a grasp on Montage's neck.]

[cihuatlatoani]

[She is starting to get a bit tired at this point, but she reaches her own hand out for Callie's neck in retaliation.]