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Hip met hip and Maki was knocked flat on her arse, letting out an undignified oof as she met the floor. This wasn't quite going to plan, she hadn't meant to hurt her opponent, she smelled his blood and felt a sharp pang of guilt. Her nubs weren't as sharp as Kuroki's, but it seemed as though the force was enough to pierce skin. Knowing she had little other choice, she aimed to kick out at Nelu, her long-leggy limbs sweeping out to try and knock him down as well. No elegance or grace, or even much measure of skill for that matter, if she actually hit her target that would be impressive in and of itself, surely.

Nelu seemed to know what he was doing, fought properly, you know?