cold and bitter

Usagi gave no care to the woman’s arguably more hostile version of his expression - whatever she had an issue with, it wasn’t his problem to deal with. Let her be angry and bitter, if she so chose. Perhaps her aggression would channel into her combat moves - all the better for adapting his own set of skills. As he leapt into the air, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that she began to stir into motion as well. Spry and light on her feet, and all the more difficult to hit. Though he felt his foot collide with her side, he felt the kick hadn’t given the effect he had intended, and as she charged into him, he at first felt her slam into his underbelly, bracing with a sharp inhale as he used her momentum to suddenly twist backwards and flip back onto his feet, like a cat twisting itself mid-air to land on its feet after falling. Skidding back as clods of dust rose in the air, he charged forward to gain momentum as she surely did after her own charge, this time spurring himself around towards her right side and aiming to swiftly dip his head beneath her chest and force it upward. A check in the chest, basically - if it succeeded she’d likely be taken aback, at worst maybe have the wind knocked out of her for a few seconds. Knowing he’d willingly placed his head lower to the ground, he aimed to pull back and swivel himself out of her direct proximity.

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