Mathew woke up in a panic as he felt a noose around his neck. He gasped for air, though he was powerless to fight against what was going on. He still had to recover form his last life... His wrists and ankles were tangled in what appeared to be strands of hair, but it wasn't enough to keep him completely safe. The hair around his neck was like a tight noose, and he was being taken along for the ride.

"Agh!" Brigitte grunted as she swung her flail forward.

It landed in the ground where her enemy once was, breaking the ground with a triumphant blast as the rocket flail came back to her. The target in question returned fire toward her, but she was ready. She already had her shield out before her on her arm and the bullets could not penetrate it. The moment her enemy let up, she threw her flail directly toward him.

Contact...

It hit her opponent directly in the chest, throwing him back away from her as she turned her attention to a fallen ally on the ground nearby.

"Thanks love." Tracer said with a sigh as she got back up to her feet. "Almost broke me, he did. Glad you showed up."

"An honor to fight by your side." She said with a smile, looking up once more to see the man they were fighting a moment ago come back for another round...

Mathew could care less about their conflict. He was just trying to survive... The combat she was experiencing was not helping his situation out at all as the hair around his neck cut off his oxygen supply at random. He would gasp for air when he could, but the opportunity seemed few and far between. He had a serious problem at this point - He couldn't move because he was recovering, but if he was cut off from air for too long he would be unable to move permanently in this lifetime. He would become locked into his little asphyxiated body at the mercy of whoever this person was.

Strangely enough, the pleasure didn't subside at all. Mathew had to deal with that crippling fact as well. For some reason, whenever he fell into someone's hair he would always get into a situation somewhat like this. It wasn't the first time that he managed to get tangled up in someone's locks, and likely would not be the last... He could feel dirt, sweat, and grime all over his body as Brigitte fought her battle...

Finally though, it was over....

"Be careful." Brigitte said as Tracer ran off.

The quick girl turned around in her jog, giving Brigitte a quick salute before she blinked around the corner. They were unsuccessful in killing their opponent, but there would be another opportunity down the road. Brigitte let out a gentle sigh as she made her way over toward a nearby seat to rest for a moment. She was sore and sweaty underneath the massive amount of armor she wore into battle. It wasn't something she regretted - the protective shield and armored form she had saved her life on more than one occasion...

While her hand was never too far from her flail, she thought it was about time to relax. If only for a moment...

Mathew's face was turning blue. His little eyes rolled back into his head as he struggled to take in any air... But just then, his left wrist came loose - and so too did the noose around his neck. He quickly gasped for air as his body limply rolled to the side, forcing him face-first into the unwashed hair of the protector. It wasn't that she didn't take care of herself, it was more due to the fact that she was incredibly active on the battlefield.

The motion was enough to catch her attention though...

Brigitte looked down to Mathew, seeing his blue hair and the little bit of movement his limp little body was forced to produce. He was quaking with pleasure and pain, though the little one was just happy he could breathe again. His energy was coming back to him as well, so he was able to move a bit more. He lifted his left hand in an attempt to reach his wrist and untie himself.

"What a strange insect." She said as she watched him move.

The comment immediately sent chills up Mathew's spine as he looked up to her. Her eyes were locked onto his tiny form as he struggled in her hair. She looked curious, or maybe she was just trying to judge whether or not he was dangerous.

"H... Hello." Mathew tried to say, his voice quiet since he was just nearly killed by a noose of hair.

Naturally, she didn't hear a word of it. She brought her thumb underneath the hair he was in, and the shock was definitely enough to make Mathew's heart jump in his chest. He felt her thumb press up underneath his little body, lifting him off of her hair and freeing both of his feet from her locks embrace. His wrist was not free, however... The hair tightened around his hand, threatening to cut it off as his body rested on her thumb.

He glanced up in time to see her index finger come over him. When he realized exactly what was happening, his body had an instant reaction of pleasure... It was overwhelming, crippling enough to put him back into that state of paralysis he was just in. His programming had kicked in to ensure his demise - disabling him so that he couldn't escape his fate. The moment the tip of her finger pressed into his little body, time slowed...

To her it was just a second. She pinched him tight between her fingertips, unable to even feel his body pop between her fingers as she gently began to drag them in circles to ensure he could not survive. Mathew survived the initial squeeze, though his body was far from alright. His intestines were pressed out of his stomach and his skull had shattered. All of the joints in his body had popped out of place as well... Pain shot through every bit of him as he was destroyed between her fingertips. And to make it all worse, it was all in slow motion. He felt every bone shatter and snap, every organ rupture, and every joint pop out of place with a detail that any normal human would never be able to experience...

Then, the twisting... He survived up until the point where she rubbed her fingertips together. He felt the thumb grind down his front while her index finger's tip slid up his back. It was like being ripped in half right down the middle as part of his body wanted to follower her thumb, but the other part wanted to go with her index finger.

He died in darkness, the sound of his body squelching was his only companion.

It was terribly unceremonious for Brigitte though. She almost immediately forgot about him as she reached back down for her weapon. His little hand was still in her hair, while the rest of his carcass was spread between the tips of her finger and thumb. When she gripped her flail, he was further crushed into her weapon.

"There's work to do..." She said to herself, walking off down the street.