Shall We Dance?[Kenichi, Khaana]

"Oh, yeah! I've got plenty!"

Hahahaha! Oh yeah, he loved this unbridled aggression. Rushing him down without offering an opportunity to let him pursue her in the skies. His expression was one of joyous excitement. Battle could only be savored when one was truly and properly pressed on the backfoot, when they were forced to adapt to the pace or fall behind and suffer defeat. The meteor hammer that danced through the air was compromised by her Seraph Barrier, halting the weapon's advancement with relative ease. Wherever he seemed to gain the advantage, she always answered with an impressive counter. An interesting woman, to be sure, but he could save admiration and compliments for the end of the battle.

At the moment, he braced himself for another attack that her next attack as he released his hands from his weapon, shifting his body in the direction of Khaana's home-rung swing. The speed and strength of her charge decidedly outclassed his own for a split second as that spear blade crashed against his upraised arm. Barreling forward across the ground, Kenichi's voice boomed with laughter as he landed on his back in the ground.

The ordinary opponent would've been reeling in pain from such an overwhelming strike, and yet Kenichi simply marveled at the woman's grit. Rising from the ground, Kenichi tore the compromised hoodie from his upper body, revealing the discernibly large bruise at his side. There were a few brokens ribs there, no doubt, but who gave a shit? He was having fun. He was smitten with her ability as a fighter. She was pretty cute, too, which was always a plus in his book. That was besides the point, though. He wasn't finished.

"Phew! That was a pretty stellar blow! And the barrier trick to trap my meteor hammer? Amazing, truly. Let's heat things up, then, shall we? Sekiryuu Ken - Fire."

Crimson spirit power thrummed around his fists, his body submerging into a fiery aura. He recognized that he was no endless reservoir of energy, and while he was having fun fighting with electricity, he didn't want to end this battle without exploring another color fist in Goshoku Ryuuken's arsenal. As such, he quite literally wanted to heat things up. Thunder no longer guided his steps, blazing heat guided his body forward in an elegant and precise stride, resembling a death god's flash step more than anything else.

His fist shot forward as though loosed from a cannon, its aim poised for both weapon and owner. He wanted to crush the weapon, and then land a blow against her form. He could easily follow up with a flurry, but that wasn't the point of true martial prowess. The singular and decisive strikes were always best. If she wanted to hit with all of her strength, he would gladly return the favor! She deserved his very best, after all!

"Show me more of that! The dance isn't over until one of us raises the white flag!"

Relentless as Kenichi was, rarely did his perception as a warrior fail him. In that final confrontation, it felt as if there had been a single instant where she faltered, as though she could have properly defended against his strike as well as she did with any other. No barrier met his fist, only the upraised spear to defend herself. His strike had landed as intended, noting her body crumping as it fell to the ground.

It was the telltale signs of someone who could no longer continue any further, effectively marking an end to their momentous battle. Consciousness was retained at least, eliminating the need for him to hurriedly carry her off to get any medical attention. Wiping the blood from his nose, Kenichi grinned as he stepped over, taking note of her condition. Inwardly, he clicked his tongue at how durable that spear was.

The wild and unruly side of him had wanted to shatter it proper, but considering the reaction he got, that might of led to counterproductive results. His aim had been to enjoy an entertaining battle, and although he couldn't shake the feeling she had held back to a certain degree, she proved more than worthy of his admiration for a battle well fought. Pulling the spear that still occupied a position in his own arm, he tossed it down beside her. Tilting his head to the side, he flamboyantly waved his hand around in comical fashion, as though looking to hear if he had passed her aptitude test.

"I'm thoroughly impressed. You consistently had me on the ropes out there. Still, I can't help but feel like you held back on me... especially at the end. Even so, I must say, for a streamer, you're one hell of a combatant! That lioness shares some fine company, after all. Speaking of... do I pass? You think I got what it takes to kick that lady's ass?"