[Iona rolls up her sleeves as she hops off the man who was her landing pad (he's definitely not getting up anytime soon from that impact).]
You know what? Running might me a good—...!
[Uh oh, second man is rushing at her from behind. She barely dodges before going low on the ground to grab him by the ankles and... throws him at the large stocky man as if she was throwing a sandbag. And with that taken care of, she runs over to Claude's side, pulling him by the arm.]
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You know what? Running might me a good—...!
[Uh oh, second man is rushing at her from behind. She barely dodges before going low on the ground to grab him by the ankles and... throws him at the large stocky man as if she was throwing a sandbag. And with that taken care of, she runs over to Claude's side, pulling him by the arm.]
—Yeah, witty banter over, let's move!