Elisabeth considered letting go of her anger and resentment, considering giving into her lust and desire for Remy, but she couldn't let him win so easily. While carefully working her tongue within his mouth, she also slowly gathered a handful of dirt into her hand. Though still bound by Gambit, her legs were free to move beneath him and she used this to her advantage.
Careful to not hit his nether regions, Psy kicked up and at the same time broke the kiss to toss the dirt in Gambit's face. It was a dirty move, but when were they anything less? With him temporarily blinded, she shoved him off of her and kicked back at his form, aiming for his shins.
"Silly garçon," she cackled, forming another dagger and running at him, slashing wildly when she was sure he could see enough to defend himself. She went for his forearms, his shoulders, wanting to tear his coat to shreds.