Furukawa Asami | Officer of the 5th
It had all come down to one final exchange of blows, his fist versus her feet. Were he able to endure her burst of kicks then it was likely that he could overpower her and pin her to the ground. There was a notable difference in abilities between the combatants though, and Asami was far more suited to this final scurry of desperation than her young counterpart.
Koyo's fist was the first to land and connected firmly with the section of her lower back closest to the kidneys. Her arms were occupied with propping up her body, rather than being able to block, which drew a quiet wince from her lips, but it was far from enough to lay her low.
In response, a kick of her own found its mark and a second followed it in swift succession as she swung her legs in a shearing motion. It was a modified Kazaguruma
that had sent Koyo tumbling away, as Asami leapt back to her feet with cat-like grace. She saw how awkwardly he landed and knew that this demonstration was already over and so when he looked to her, she responded with a single satisfactory nod."I trust that you were all paying close attention to our movements? Good, you may begin your practice. And remember, turn your opponent's strength against them when the time comes to counter and you will find far more success."
She addressed the rest of the class with a formality that would not suggest she had just been sparring. There was no shortness of breath, scarcely a hair out of place, and her outfit remained mostly unblemished. After a few moments of watching the other students, her attention turned once again to Koyo. Strutting over, she permitted herself to let a hand massage the point on her back where he had struck her."You were holding something back, weren't you? Regardless, your performance was nothing to be ashamed of."
The Red Lady | END POST