[His senses are absolutely duller here, though those have at least adjusted relatively quickly just through being here and all the time he's spent exploring the island at various times of day -- his night vision he can compensate for, his reflexes he can polish up again, and all of his strategies can be shifted ever so slightly down to account for what must be closer to human.
He could complain about it more than he does, but he doesn't. Because the only rule is to win; it doesn't have to be pretty, and he's always, always learning, no matter what.
So he gets at least one arm in between that kick and his solar plexus, staving off the force and most of the effect of being winded. It sends him skidding back and another spray of sand goes up, but he doesn't pause this time -- instead, he goes sideways, relying on Natsuno's own momentum to slow his reaction to the sudden turn.
There's what looks like another bodyslam coming in from the side now, shoulderfirst and alarmingly fast.]
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[His senses are absolutely duller here, though those have at least adjusted relatively quickly just through being here and all the time he's spent exploring the island at various times of day -- his night vision he can compensate for, his reflexes he can polish up again, and all of his strategies can be shifted ever so slightly down to account for what must be closer to human.
He could complain about it more than he does, but he doesn't. Because the only rule is to win; it doesn't have to be pretty, and he's always, always learning, no matter what.
So he gets at least one arm in between that kick and his solar plexus, staving off the force and most of the effect of being winded. It sends him skidding back and another spray of sand goes up, but he doesn't pause this time -- instead, he goes sideways, relying on Natsuno's own momentum to slow his reaction to the sudden turn.
There's what looks like another bodyslam coming in from the side now, shoulderfirst and alarmingly fast.]