Just win, right? [ That moment of opportunity presents itself sooner rather than later. Natsuno is 100% focused on this fight, but with his senses functioning at what is max capacity here there's almost too much to take in—the individual grains of sand, the pleasant blue hue glittering from his night vision, the salt from the sea in his nose and on his tongue. He does his best to parry, but he's never been trained as a proper fighter until recently, and it honestly isn't his style.
Resorting to instinct, he lets a couple of punches land so he can try to force a window of attack on his own. Shifting his center of gravity to his back leg, he takes a half step before channeling his energy into a kick aimed squarely at the infernal's middle. It's not the most graceful thing, but it is powerful. There's no holding back here it seems. ]
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Resorting to instinct, he lets a couple of punches land so he can try to force a window of attack on his own. Shifting his center of gravity to his back leg, he takes a half step before channeling his energy into a kick aimed squarely at the infernal's middle. It's not the most graceful thing, but it is powerful. There's no holding back here it seems. ]