The Righteous Side (Phoebe/open)

As his leg snapped up around her own and he pulled on the arm, Saya scowled. Again with the grappling and takedowns? The girl wasn't one for ground fighting. She put people down with targeted strikes. But unless she planned to really hurt him. She sighed inwardly. Seemed she would have to.

As he fell and pulled, her right hand (the one she punched with) would snap up to grab his face, right around the chin/left cheek. Her fingers would be like iron on his flesh, and she would use that and the grip on his shirt to stabilize him as they fell. This would likely prevent twisting, as his torso would be hard to move already with his shirt gripped (No, she didn't let go, because her didn't!) and with the grasp on his face, it would be hard to push out of.

Granted, he could probably throw himself backward at this point, but his shirt would be shredded, and her fingernails would scratch his face. His point was to smash Leon onto his back, as she first planned. Then she would jerk up the leg he tried to tie up to knee his nuts again. It wouldn't have much force due to their positioning, but with a knee to the jingly, you didn't need a lot.

As he pulled and entangled her, she would pitched forward- but his reluctant retreat would give her two free hands, so she would drop to a knee and roll forward, planting the hand that had been gripping his face on the ground and launching up as he tried to regain his composure.

Her right fist would launch up for an uppercut as Leon staggered, the girl using the the momentum of his grip and the punishing strength of her body to hopefully lift the blonde off his feet and send him smashing through the table behind him.

Saya grunted. Interesting. He hit her. She hadn't been hit without her letting someone since her days with her gang. Of course, she didn't have any real reaction to it. Not true surprise or anything. She was in the middle of a fight. She could congradulate him later. For now, she would once again use his grip on her arm to push, her left hand coming out to grab his right leg/knee, and do a slam through the table, intent to snap the thing in half.

With the uppercut, the blood, and his current position, she doubted there would be much adaptation time. She would, once there, pull her arm back, the sleeve of her sweater likely furling if he still held it. If the pain of being embedded into the library ground got him to let go, she would stand and stomp on his stomach. She wanted him to stop fighting back.

But she also wanted him to keep fighting back.

Assuming everything happened as stated, she would step back and put a hand on her stomach. On the dull ache of pain from his strike there. It would give her a small, almost invisible smile. She was beginning to like this Sudeki.

Saya would turn her eyes back to Leon, her gaze cold and hard, but her words fairly calm. Almost...kind, after a fashion.

"Hai,-sōdesu. The outcome of the fight is clear."

She would stick her hands in her pockets.

"You win. I surrender. Fight Alvan and Ali and then challenge me again. Perhaps you can take my post."

It wasn't a mockery- if he beat them both, he would be far more of a challenge. But he would probably take her surrender as both an invitation and a mockery. In her eyes, it was her giving him respect despite his obvious, overt defeat. She would turn and walk away, leaving the library and Phoebe to tend to him if she wished. Nobody was there to see it, and nobody would know of her defeat unless he told them. And truth be told she didn't care if he did. It was meaningless, as he hadn't moved through the first two. She removed ear buds from her sweater pocket and turned on her MP3 player, heading off toward the Pillars office.

And so it would go.

Leon watched, it was all he could do, it felt like if he moved he'd just collapse again. He clenched his teeth at this empty victory. He knew he had obviously lost, but he was still up. She was still up, this was still a fight. Leon's anger didn't help quell the bleeding though, Leon's body was on fire from pain, and he knew something had to be messed up. That's when he saw Phoebe. Leon looked at the hand first, a little begrudgingly. His eyes looking away at first, hurt that he had to depend on someone to help him move. Though it wouldn't take him but a second later to look back at the hand and reach out for it.

"Sorry... Next time will be different... Next time, neither of us will need medical treatment."

Leon commented, looking at the ground as they moved. Already realizing he had gone to a dark place of anger once more. He knew he didn't do enough damage to Saya to warrant a hospital visit, but he took enough needless damage to endanger his own capabilities again.

~How can I protect my gang when I keep getting this injured...~

Leon contemplated the options, setting aside the explanation for the time being. The hospital would be too far away for now, so he would not protest Phoebe taking him to the nurses office. However he'd still be looking down. Trying his best not to lean on her too much as they moved.

~I was easily provoked, turned to rage too quickly...~

"Should probably get my face fixed as soon as possible."

Leon held his free arm over his ribs in any case. They screamed at him from front to back. Being put into the floor and through a table left a lot of damage to be checked on.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Leon's internal struggle against what he perceived to be himself. Who was he truly? Was he a battle trained rage machine with no other ability than to hurt people? Or was he capable of knowing himself, staying in control? Was he good, or evil?

Leon contemplated while he was on the bed. Wondering about who he was, what he was like. He could only really know and find out when the heat was up and it was time for action, today reinforced that he may in fact, be a bad person.