Mary
*Horace would grow a confused expression again at her words. She was actually trying to kill him, only her abilities to do so were... Lesser. She was really trying, but there was no way she'd kill him if she attacked like before. Only this time was different than before. Mercy seemed to of cleared her mind as she got more professional. Her stance bettering and her attack's becoming fiercer. She was definitely serious, though that wouldn't be enough. Horace would dodge the second thrust, stepping to the left this time. Though he wouldn't be done with just that as his hands reach forward. The right grabbing Mercy's hand/hilt, and the left grabbing her extended arm's elbow. The thief then pushes his left upwards and his right down simultaneously, threatening to break mercy's arm if she didn't let go of her weapon.*
"C'mon, let go! I won't break you if you do!"
Michael
"Have it your way." **Mercy said, with the intention of fighting dirty from then on. She released her rapier, letting it fall to the ground and roll a few feet away, then she took advantage of Horace holding onto her arm. She grabbed his arm in return, then went to grab his shoulder while stepping closer, their bodies nearly colliding head on, as Mercy grappled him and attempted to overpower.**

**Unfortunately for Mercy she'd not taken his strength into account. The moment she tested his might, she felt his force more than double hers, and knew she had gotten more than she bargained for. Their feet shuffled along the floor as Mercy began to suffer the consequences of her actions and falter. However, she was trying her best to put up a good good fight with the man, in order to get the upper hand. It was looking futile.**
Mary
*Horace would grin lightly as Mercy went along with what he asked. He could reason with her, at least a little bit. Enough to make her drop her sword at least. Though Horace is soon pulled into a grapple by the woman. A slightly surprised expression growing on his face as she grabbed his arm and stepped in close. Though as she did this, the realization would wash over them both. Horace was strong, strong enough to not have to put up much effort against Mercy's pushing to resist. On the other hand, he wasn't strong enough to push her over himself. Well, not if she had both feet on the ground of course. Horace would slid his right foot forward, in-between Mercy's legs before lifting slightly and wrapping around her left leg. The elf would then attempt to pull her left leg out from under her while pushing from the top. If successful, he'd be able to throw her down to the floor and hopefully reach for a weapon!*
"Sorry girl, you started the fight!"
Michael
**Mercy's fortitude was rather puny when matched against Horace's power, and his tactics, for Mercy had not prepared to defend herself unbalancing. She tried to cover Horace's face with her left hand, to block his vision or poke his eyes, but unfortunately he managed to unbalance her stance and she slipped, which gave way to his shove, and she was thrown onto the floor.**

**The impact was tough on the girl's small frame, when she hit the floor, her right arm and part of her shoulder broke the fall, yet still it slightly winded her and she was groaning.** "Oohhhh... Ahhhh..." **Mercy winced again, facing away from Horace, her back facing him as she hunched over and held her belly tightly in anguish. She wasn't as unbreakable as she thought.**

**All the energy from mere seconds ago seemed to deplete since she was injured, the rage, the tenacity of her fury... Now she appeared to be but a girl, bested by Horace's muscle.** (