Frankie ground his jaws agianst the ribbon, flailing wildly to disarm Sayuri of her sword.  His hands had a strong grip on her, and he moved them up towards the haft of the sword, trying vailiantly to push it out of her grip.  The damned ribbon cracked and buckled under the assault of his wicked teeth, as he stamped on Sayuri with one of his massive feet, trying to knock her off balance to seize the sword from her.<br/><br/>This day was proving to be one of the worst he'd had in years, perhaps ever.  "Undead Issac Newton!"  Frankie bellowed as he cut his way free from the ribbon, his ichor splashing on Sayuri's clothing.