Seaside Fight Night: Yumichika vs. Reida

"Somethin' like that."

Tch. Reida didn't think this fella would really go down that easy, but it was what it was. Maybe he just didn't care all that much, or maybe he didn't wanna give anything else away. Smart if that was really the case, but oh well.

Hirenkyaku carrying her forward, Reida immediately smashed her fist directly into the prettyboy's face, wholly unconcerned with the fact that it probably wouldn't be necessary to do all that for the win. She didn't like this guy, and besides, best to make sure she won, right?

"Yeah yeah, whatever ya say, ya homo."

She could probably have tackled him to the floor and pulverized him into a paste, but even a full-speed fist empowered by both letz stil and blut would probably be enough after all this.

Just as well, too, because she really didn't have any juice left in this release.

She was advancing but Yumichika lowered his sword and gave a smile. Time to dazzle them with his brilliance, an unexpected twist to the climactic fight. Something that would really put her in a pickle now that she'd charged him with so much commitment.

"I forfeit."

He said with a sneer, she had used such a tremendous release and Yumichika had no intention to let her showcase any of what it did. Based on intel, it was a very crude release which burned its user out too quickly to allow for much fancy. Potent but simple based on the data of the Research and Development sector all those years ago. Thanks Ishida.

Just for good measure, he raised his hand as he forfeit. A transluscent barrier coming between them to protect him from harm and to let her unceremoniously crash into the barrier before him like a dunce, given her current release he doubted that it would perfectly repel her unless she had already begun to stop her offence. He knew how to lose elegantly and humilating his opponent was always a treat.

"Bakudō #81. Dankū. Thank you for the match old lady, we should do it again sometime. Perhaps I might even win in that bout."

He said with a cheerful bow. Good sportsmanship for anyone too far away to hear his words but from afar he was politely bowing to his opponent after a good fight. For them, it was laced with sly mocking.

As Reida's release came to an end and she skidded to a halt, she took a long, deep breath, her body and soul already starting to repair themselves as her regenerative abilities forced themselves into overdrive. Shrugging, she undid her braid and shook out her hair, wanting to relax a bit after all that stress.

"Whatever ya say, fella. Maybe next time you'll land a hit that does somethin'."

Turning to give celebratory waves to the crowd, Reida simply gave her opponent a two-finger salute before she walked off the main stage. Sure, she could have shown a little more class, but she didn't want to.