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. ]
[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.]
[ Fun Jinrou fact #1, unlike Shiki they absolutely need to breathe. It's something Natsuno learned firsthand through Tatsumi's friendly chokehold, and it's something he's learning again and again right now when he gets the wind completely knocked out of him for the second time. While Natsuno's fast too, he doesn't have a good enough grasp of his own speed to properly utilize it against someone who's evenly matched with him. But if there's anything he does have a good handle on, it's tenacity and pure stubbornness. He's eating sand for the second time but he doesn't seem to care—fangy grin and all.
Rolling out of the pin in the same way as last time probably isn't going to work, but Natsuno has another idea in mind. If he uses what little leverage he has just right and all of his strength, he might be able to reverse it. Either way, he's clearly enjoying himself and not in any rush to stop. ]
Somewhere in all the skidding and the sand, anyway, with perhaps surprising ease -- Anon lets himself get stopped for just a second, smirk wide and gleaming to Natsuno's fangful one.]
Hahaha, you learn fast, don't you? That's good!
[With that, he's going to show why we don't pin on sand -- leverage changes at a moment's notice, and he shifts his weight a little to loosen Natsuno's grip and have it slip in the sand before just straight up curling up to launch him over his head. And probably into the surf, because there's nothing like eating ocean to cool your head and prepare you for the rest of the bout.]
I have to. [ His fighting style is far from graceful, skilled, or practiced, but there's no lack of willpower, determination and good ol'fashioned teen protagonist headstrongness to compensate. That does little to help him when he goes flying though, landing with a splash in the surf. It takes him a few seconds to surface, assess his bearings and trudge back onto the shore, all while trying to tame his now even messier rebellious hair. Sopping wet, white button up useless with it's transparency (good thing he's wearing dark pants at least) he still manages a crooked, fangy filled grin. ]
Did you know some vampires can't handle running water? Thanks for helping me sort that out. [ Cheeky, but still in good fun. He'll make to move again in a second, but proving that maybe jinrou isnt'a complete misnomer after all, he shakes out his wet hair like a dog or more aptly, a werewolf. ]
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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. ]
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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.]
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Rolling out of the pin in the same way as last time probably isn't going to work, but Natsuno has another idea in mind. If he uses what little leverage he has just right and all of his strength, he might be able to reverse it. Either way, he's clearly enjoying himself and not in any rush to stop. ]
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Somewhere in all the skidding and the sand, anyway, with perhaps surprising ease -- Anon lets himself get stopped for just a second, smirk wide and gleaming to Natsuno's fangful one.]
Hahaha, you learn fast, don't you? That's good!
[With that, he's going to show why we don't pin on sand -- leverage changes at a moment's notice, and he shifts his weight a little to loosen Natsuno's grip and have it slip in the sand before just straight up curling up to launch him over his head. And probably into the surf, because there's nothing like eating ocean to cool your head and prepare you for the rest of the bout.]
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Did you know some vampires can't handle running water? Thanks for helping me sort that out. [ Cheeky, but still in good fun. He'll make to move again in a second, but proving that maybe jinrou isnt'a complete misnomer after all, he shakes out his wet hair like a dog or more aptly, a werewolf. ]