Maribel's eyes widened with shock for a split second before they returned to the focused and indifferent expression that she tended to hold. That spit second cost her though as she was hit and sent to the ground. The icy needles froze the area's that they hit. Lucky for her, non hit her chest. However her arms were now numb and her diaphragm's movement was hindered. she had trouble getting breath and was in a state of shock.
However, she knew of one more thing she could do to try to win this fight. Maribel pushed herself from the ground and slowly stood she then straightened her back and walked towards the man. however she stopped and bent down to pick up the pencil that had been discarded earlier. The cold entered her hand but she ignored it has she huffed on the pencil. She then pulled out a bank note, showed it to the man before she put it on the clip board. "How much will it take for you to throw this match Mr. Orlouge?" Maribel asked with a smile, "Name your price and I will give it to you. After all, everyone has a price. Oh, and if gold is not your thing, I'm sure we can come to some other agreement."