Flandre's other arm whipped around as the U-man's feet left the ground, setting her claws in the suit's shoulder and pulling until she heard the suit hiss and the seams pull out. The assailant's squirming ceased, replaced by a shocked stillness that Flandre still didn't understand for the life of her, but expected by now. Breaching the suits didn't seem to kill them or otherwise bring harm to them, so why were they so twitchy about it?

A blast of air caught her back again before she could drop the U-man and turn for the last one, throwing her off balance and away from the formerly armed attacker. She landed on her side this time, but scrambled to her feet more quickly.

Both sisters being present seemed enough to fragment the remaining U-man's attention; he hesitated, as if deciding whether to keep the one on the ground pinned down or deal with the one in the air.