Nit gloated in their depraved achievement before the eccentric lady arrived, circling around Marcial and kicking him viciously whenever he tried to get up. In the corner of their eye, they noted a miniscule light beckoning them to look over. They did, and they spotted the tiny energy ball. Bewildered, Nit watched as the ball multiplied itself around them, totaling around twenty.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">The hell...</span>" Nit flinched as the woman's voice boomed about disciplining them. Heavily confused and a tad bit terrified, Nit scanned the area to find whoever was responsible. From behind came the sound of, oddly enough, clacking, and turning around put them face to face with Coup. Noting how tall the woman was, Nit was somewhat intimidated, attempting to back off when she approached, only to bump their back into the light barrier.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">C- Coup..</span>." Nit stuttered, recognizing the lady in tights. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I- It's been a... while... Come on, <span style="font-style: italic">mami</span>, back... off...</span>" They raised their defenses more than they already had them, tightening their fists and attempting to prepare for whatever Coup planned to throw their way. Spreading their legs, not necessarily a good idea considering what was to come, and arching their back, they prepared.<br/><br/>Nit noted Coup moving her leg and raised their defenses even more, their eye narrowing as they tried to rush a strategy. But right before they could even think of a move to exert, a sharp pain rushed through them as the heel crunched into their crotch, the noise it made doing everything but mitigating it. Nit could not even muster the willpower to scream. Two arms grasped at their unmentionables as two others broke their collapse onto the floor. Nit was a ball on the ground, whimpering like an injured puppy from their pain. Their head was lowered over their chest, their knees responsible for handling their blubbery mass.<br/><br/>Marcial trembled from his absolute weakness on the grassy ground, the once vivid green where he laid coated with his blood red essence. His nose oozed said essence, and his suit was rumpled and stained with dirty sneaker stains accented a cruel brown. Despite his pain, the man still managed to smile up at Scarlet, even chuckling a tad.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Well... This was a... ow... more violent lash out that usual... ha ha...</span>" Marcial coughed out his lines, obviously weakened.