Bishop’s flat out on the ground with an ‘oomph’ escaping him before he realizes what happened. He underestimated the woman, that was his first mistake, but he wasn’t about to making more of them. She was a fighter, a fact that he stored away in his mind, noting it along with every other little thing about this feral woman that was coming to light. Her knife is pressed up against his throat, but his expression is even, some might say scarily calm in the face of what could possibly happen.
“Darlin’, you can hiss all you want,” Bishop began, relief washing over him as the knife was sheathed. “I ain’t scared of you.” This is said while he leverages his body and flips them, straddling her hips, hands placed on her shoulders to pin her to the ground. It’s clear in his actions that he’s not looking to hurt her, just restrain her while he attempts to talk reason into that noggin of hers. Why Rodeo brought her in he still didn’t know, but he respected their leaders decision to take a chance on this woman.
The Chaplain isn’t looking for a fight with her, though. Hell, he barely wanted to break up the one she started with Pinky. But she seems hellbent on making it known she ain’t a woman to be messed with. “Pretty sure the whole camp knows you mean business now,” he continues, his voice still even. “So are we done here or do you want to continue fighting?”