The Clothes Come Into Play

Daffney knew she was fighting for her dignity now. The blows were coming in thick and fast. Amelia and Emily were already starting to breathe heavily. Daffney broke from her protective cocoon, looking to get some distance between the two. The move caught the two stooges by surprise and she managed to get a few feet away from them.

Three-quarters of her body managed to squirm its way underneath a car. Amelia lunged forwards and caught one of her ankles. Emily did her best to catch the other, but Daffney kept kicking it out of the way. She was using the underside of the car to prevent herself from being pulled out like a freshly caught fish.

Finally, she caught some luck. Her free shoe managed to catch Amelia's fingers. She hissed with pain and withdrew. Daffney managed to scramble away to the relative safely of the underside of the car. Instantly, she watched Amelia and Emily's feet begin to move to the other side of the car. She wouldn't fall for that. Daffney doubled back, knowing she would only have seconds to plan her defence.

Daffney wriggled back into the open and was on her feet just in time to see the furious faces of Amelia and Emily advancing back to where they came. Emily was the quicker of the two and rushed her. Daffney swung her fist and managed to catch her around the side of the joy. It hit with a sickening thud, wobbling the weaker of the stooges.

Amelia was next and she charged recklessly, grabbing Daffney around the mid-section. She didn't know what she intended to do, but Amelia wasn't strong enough to tackle her to the ground on her own. With Emily recovering from the wicked hit, Daffney grabbed the back of the denim jacket and wrenched it over her head. Amelia squealed as she found herself getting stripped. Daffney managed to get it over her head in an instant, blinding her. She loosed her grip on Daffney's waist and waved her arms around fruitlessly.

For a split second, Daffney thought about going for the t-shirt too, but Emily was already looking to get back into the fight. She pulled away and the jacket came with her. Daffney had managed to claim first blood in the battle against Yana's friends.

"Oh no, I don't think so," Amelia straightened herself out. She looked pissed.

Daffney was breathing hard, her exertions were taking it out of her fast. Yana was out of the picture, but if she didn't deal with these two fast, the numbers game would surely take over. The wily Daffney hurled the jacket away as far as she could from the battleground as the two teens fanned out, looking to finally pin her down.