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"It's different, I say!" Hotaru roared, leaning forward and promptly headbutting Takumi if only to make him drop the matter. Head swiveling toward Momoka as she approached, Hotaru's eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips. "My hero!" she swooned as the hoodie was wrapped around her and the moment those thighs were covered, the owner shifted her position, locking Takumi into an armbar before he had a chance to recover. "Different! A peek is different than the whole thing!" the moronic girl shouted and tugged on the arm in her grasp.
So Kenzue favored misdirection as well. Up went Hidenori's arms at once and his focused stare peered through the gap between his wrists. Kenzue was darting here and there, trying to throw him off. It worked at first when the boy leapt into the air and faked a kick, forcing Hidenori to pop his arms together tightly in order to protect his face from damage. But when he felt the subtle gust of air paw at his neck and shoulder and pass on by, he knew he'd just been deked. Blinded he was from being flanked, his focus now turned to his other senses, mainly his hearing.
In the midst of the several fights still going on, the young Nakano boy was as focused as ever. He heard Kuro's feet hit the ground, the scrape and scatter of gravel giving way. He heard the cry leave his opponent's lips and the whistle of wind forcing around a flying fist aimed straight for the back of his skull. Knuckles caught only the wisps of his hair as he dodged to the side, pivoted on his heel and came to face Kuro head on again. Up went the arms, elbows dropping to block the steady stream of kicks to his sides while he stood solid as a brick wall. He could already feel his arms bruising - that Kenzue had a swift and rough kick on him - and quickly he jumped back to avoid the leg sweep.
This time, however, Hidenori didn't pause to reassess his opponent. This time he immediately sprung forward again, throwing jabs left, right, right, right left, left, right, backing Kuro up. Then came the fake while the real power swung for those ribs again and this time, Hidenori had every intention of using his full strength.
And then a sound finally caught everyone's attention and Hidenori's punch slowed to a stop, fist falling back to his side as his head whipped toward The Pit's front gate.
So Kenzue favored misdirection as well. Up went Hidenori's arms at once and his focused stare peered through the gap between his wrists. Kenzue was darting here and there, trying to throw him off. It worked at first when the boy leapt into the air and faked a kick, forcing Hidenori to pop his arms together tightly in order to protect his face from damage. But when he felt the subtle gust of air paw at his neck and shoulder and pass on by, he knew he'd just been deked. Blinded he was from being flanked, his focus now turned to his other senses, mainly his hearing.
In the midst of the several fights still going on, the young Nakano boy was as focused as ever. He heard Kuro's feet hit the ground, the scrape and scatter of gravel giving way. He heard the cry leave his opponent's lips and the whistle of wind forcing around a flying fist aimed straight for the back of his skull. Knuckles caught only the wisps of his hair as he dodged to the side, pivoted on his heel and came to face Kuro head on again. Up went the arms, elbows dropping to block the steady stream of kicks to his sides while he stood solid as a brick wall. He could already feel his arms bruising - that Kenzue had a swift and rough kick on him - and quickly he jumped back to avoid the leg sweep.
This time, however, Hidenori didn't pause to reassess his opponent. This time he immediately sprung forward again, throwing jabs left, right, right, right left, left, right, backing Kuro up. Then came the fake while the real power swung for those ribs again and this time, Hidenori had every intention of using his full strength.
And then a sound finally caught everyone's attention and Hidenori's punch slowed to a stop, fist falling back to his side as his head whipped toward The Pit's front gate.