The battle dragged on for hours. Too many hours to count, actually. It almost seemed like it would never end. Until, at long last...<br/><br/>"ENUGHF."<br/><br/>The charred lock raised her burnt peach hand, calling for a cease to the fight. Surprisingly enough, she was still able to form coherent sentences, although just barely.<br/><br/>"Jour shtrung, kid," she struggled to say. A grunt escaped her lips, and she fell right on her knees and hands. This caught the attention of her partner, who came darting her way, leaving Blurm to watch. The battlefield was torn apart from the aggressive movements of all four fighters, and the fire raged on with little hesitation. It was a mess.<br/><br/>Despite these two being their enemies, Blurm looked absolutely appalled from seeing the lock burnt the way she was, their three red eyes narrowing in their disgust.  They then looked their partner's way, knowing that she was to blame. They never called her out directly though.