There was a growl from the 'woman' that was quite low in octave compared to what was expected as 'she' quickly turned and presented 'her' boot to him in a quite unmannerly way....
The boot quickly met Mello's head in a flurry of lace and cotton as the dress threatened to get in the way. Who the hell thought of putting so much damn layers on these things? Whoever did was a fucking moron. This was so hard to do anything with.
Of course, once Mello had met the floor, he soon found a sword in his face, merely an inch from his nose.