It might have been a tad disconcerting when Isabel's bracelet started to play music by itself, but a line of force shot out, coiling around the rope and traveling down it to reach Kaiba's grasp. A lifeline, of sorts.

"Okay, I'm coming in!" At least she's used to the way these projectiles seem to be moving--like a sparring partner, almost. Good, Isabel thinks to herself. It's been a while since she had a good workout. As the belts lash out at her, she moves to block their strikes with her fists and forearms and kick back with her feet. It's just like being home, sparring with her father or Sifu Nhairis. She's not really doing anything magical--or perhaps not consciously, but hopefully by weakening them, Seto will have an easier time subduing all this rogue leather...