THE INVISIBLE CRACKS
Artist: Tokyo Ghoul - Song: Glassy Sky
Koyo had taken too long to evaluate the position and act on it. His offensive flurry didn't bring about a successful hit until the knee. But due to the posture he was in, and avoidance wasn't possible. Defending the strike was but not by much; the impact would land, sending him back a couple of feet. The blow had landed square into his chest's center. He felt a sting and throb of pain as his hand came upwards. That plan was risky for so many reasons. In terms of punishment, he wasn't able to endure too much either. Getting back to his feet, he gauged the amount of effort spent.
He'd lost track of the other students in this shuffle. The spar between both parties favored her heavily. But she was an educator, so that was expected as he thought about it. His Zanpakuto's spirit came behind him, touching his shoulders. Insight into maybe using its power to fight with her. But sealed powers weren't playing a part in this trade-off. Koyo simply wasn't sure what to do from here as he walked forward. This time he didn't engage quickly; he took his time.
He slowed the pace down and went with a more surgical approach, believing his previous attempts caused problems. One got him nowhere, and the other, while a hit landed, with her traded one attack. Ordinarily, at this point, he would have imbued his fists with Zanpakuto's water-based attacks. But he stopped looking at her; she was two arms reach away. He was considering letting his reiatsu and spiritual pressure out. For the first time since the battle began, his eyes went around the room. He was checking if those around him could handle his spiritual pressure.
Not for ego or a reason like that, but he didn't want to cause them pain or trouble. He came to the conclusion they couldn't handle it. So he wouldn't be using that either; he'd landed a hit that was good enough to be satisfactory, perhaps. He had one last idea in his mind, but it would require some movement on his part. He went forward, closing the distance quickly. Bringing his arm back, he made it like he was going to punch her from above. Before, at the last moment, he slammed it into the ground. Using the ground as a springboard, he shot his legs out in a dropkick.
Trying to score a hit around her midsection, his plan didn't end here, however. He was predicting a block or a counter of some sort. When she went to block, he would attempt to grapple her into a chokehold. By diverting himself after impact to come around her. Though if she just decided to dodge it, he would be left wide open.