[Nuwa grabs her whip with both hands and pulls, trying to force his opponent to arch upwards, before she slams her bare foot right under his chin and onto his windpipe, as if she was trying to separate his head from his neck just by pushing with a foot. The likeliest result is that this guy will suffocate
...it's easy for her to get caught in the thrill of this all. She's a very capable and violent person, after all. Fighting is an everyday thing for demons, but she enjoys the thrill of it, relishes in it. The crowd's cheering and noises feels like approval, she doesn't look up at them to acknowledge them, but she grins to herself while she continues.
She does glance at the Wedding Invitation left nearby, though. The other gun...where did it go? Ah, perhaps she'll look for it later, but there's a nearby option here, one she could pick up as soon as she's done with this opponent]
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...it's easy for her to get caught in the thrill of this all. She's a very capable and violent person, after all. Fighting is an everyday thing for demons, but she enjoys the thrill of it, relishes in it. The crowd's cheering and noises feels like approval, she doesn't look up at them to acknowledge them, but she grins to herself while she continues.
She does glance at the Wedding Invitation left nearby, though. The other gun...where did it go? Ah, perhaps she'll look for it later, but there's a nearby option here, one she could pick up as soon as she's done with this opponent]