Chocolate chocolate [ Tento | Rio ]

In terms of overall resilience, Tento certainly didn't fall behind. With each attack that landed, he seemed motivated to strike back just as stronger. It was an admirable display, to be sure, and Rio enjoyed the thought of maintaining this so-called dance between them. Remaining relentless in her own aggression, Rio would use her exceptionally efficient reaction time to telegraph his movements, noting his intent to grab her by the legs once again. Contorting her body at an angle, Rio would swiftly attempt to wrap her legs around his head, following that movement up by attempting to seize his arm. If both attempts proved successful, the Shihoin woman would push her hips forward to lock and swing him onto the ground. Of course, he had shown time and again that he was more than up eager to display his own strength, and so a sacrifice in movement in exchange for a grapple technique to hold him in place would no doubt leave her susceptible to a counter if Tento held any in mind.

.--------Huh? Wait a minute. What was this feeling? Rio barely registered the touch of teeth biting against her flesh. No, why would she register it? There was no way that she was actually experiencing being bitten on her thigh in the heat of battle. Moving past that, the next movement he followed through with was so out of place that it legitimately left her at a loss of words. On a surface level, Rio understood the necessity of employing an underhanded method to turn the tide of battle.

In a battle to the death, where one might well find themselves forced to contend for their survival, she acknowledged the practical nature behind underhanded means. Of course, to a woman fighting a man in a battle, in a spar that had, up until now, been fought hitherto fought honorably and competitively, his next sequence of actions totally shattered her ability to execute a counter in response.

If anything, it threw her off to such a degree that as soon as she felt the bite of teeth against her thigh, the firm smack of his hand across her rear, and the outburst had truly rendered her unable to act in the present moment required to make a counter. And so, she ended up being slammed across the ground as Tento intended. For a moment, she just laid there, genuine disbelief painted across her expression. Who... who resorted to something like that in the middle of a battle!? Clearly, her expectations for him weren't as high as she thought they were if he'd resort to what amounted as sexual harassment in a spar!

Roaring back into the air, Rio brought, perhaps, the finest display of shunpo she had executed in her life, to bear for the sole purpose of one technique---a roaring kick to the land down under, a place where most men feared being hit, regardless of who they were. If the kick connected, Rio simply dusted her body off, touching her hand against her thigh before touching her own rear, as if she was still struggling to make sense of why there was a need to do...whatever that sequence was.

"I heard you were quite the flirtatious sort, but I didn't think that extended to resorting to means such as this! Who... who does that in battle!? This spar is over with. You can go eat on your own time since you chose to focus on a "meal" already."

Crossing her arms with a resound "hpmh" and a golden glare, Rio began walking off. Normally, under any other circumstance, she would have stayed, but for a woman who hadn't experienced a situation like this in a battle, let alone a spar of all places... it was certainly something she wasn't built to handle at the moment. If she let anger get to her, well she'd likely start attempting to beat him down. What a strange man...