Bright's Out! (Estelle Bright vs Gilbert Stein)

Even though she wasn't quite of sound or clear mind at present, Estelle wasn't convinced by Gilbert's attempts to act as if his execution was all part of some grand machination he had planned. She might not have been the brightest star in the sky, but she certainly could tell that much. Gilbert's abs peeled from her face as she continued to remain on the canvas, back aching and head pounding, gazing up at the condescending smirk of her opponent who had so far managed to turn the tables on her...albeit with somewhat unusual moves.

And little did Estelle know she was due for another one. The French nobleman snickered as he seized the girl's skull to guide her up onto quivering knees, hunched over slightly as he would trap Estelle's head firmly in a tight headlock. "H-Hey!! Ow!! You're not fooling me, you have no idea what you're doing!!" But her words meant little right now, as his knuckles began to grind into her head repeatedly for a humiliating noogie session. "Ow! Owowowowow!!! Stop that, you jerk!!" Normally, it would have been demoralising and nothing more, but with Estelle's concussed mind already settling in, Gilbert's repeated digs into her head only served to her mind feel even more rattled. The girl struggling, but ultimately unable to break away from her foe's surprisingly iron grip.

Oh ye of little faith~...Gilbert knew firsthand how his vast intellect can dwarf the mental capacities of certain rustic peasantry. Perhaps Estelle was truthfully incapable of comprehending the depths of her own inadequacies and therefore resorted to baseless accusations or Gilbert being a perverted, unskilled cheater. Nevertheless, as the refined nobleman he is, Gilbert saw it as his rightful duty as a member of the upper class to educate his familial rival to the best of his abilities even it meant drilling those facts into her vacuous head. Or in this case, quite literally grinding the truth into her twin-tailed cranium via a juvenile noogie as if Gilbert were a schoolyard bully. Ultimately disgraceful and degrading for anyone on the receiving end, moreso for Estelle appearing hapless and defenseless against it.

"Ha!!! Merely a taste of divine justice for even considering yourself my equal." Gilbert gloated after relenting on his moronic retribution, although gaining inspiration from Estelle's cries of foul play. "Hmph, you think me some incompetent oaf do you? Well than allow me to offer us a clean break than~..." Gilbert snobbishly remarked while guiding Estelle back up to her feet with the sides of her face smeared between his noblemen muscles and pectorals. The Bright sister relinquished once standing though. Gilbert bringing up both her hands, balling her fists and putting her into a faux boxing stance before adopting one of his own. The Foppish Frenchman than delivering a whirlwind of his Peasant Pummel set of pelting strikes that if uninterrupted, would culminate in him kissing his fist for a jaw clattering uppercut.