[Alit knits his brow in determination, a look he always tended to adopt when concentrating, and he holds his ground against her first attacks. His weight rolls to the balls of his feet, allowing him to keep a feather light step, barely sinking into the mats as he dances around his opponents moves.
He can take his time with her, fending off the first strike with one arm and brushing it aside. A block here, sharply pivoting there. He still manages to throw in a few feints as well, marking some of the holes in her defense as plainly as if they had been painted in red. He's not just going easy on her, he wants to see if she'll notice, and how she'll respond. He wanted Kotori learn something after all.
When the time is just right, there's a shift in his form, and a spark in his eyes. He moves in, one, two quick steps and brings the left arm up to defend his front and distract from the lightning quick flash of his right fist that sneaks in from below, a jab aimed right at her lower torso. It would be hard to block but if she was fast there was still a chance to dodge.]
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He can take his time with her, fending off the first strike with one arm and brushing it aside. A block here, sharply pivoting there. He still manages to throw in a few feints as well, marking some of the holes in her defense as plainly as if they had been painted in red. He's not just going easy on her, he wants to see if she'll notice, and how she'll respond. He wanted Kotori learn something after all.
When the time is just right, there's a shift in his form, and a spark in his eyes. He moves in, one, two quick steps and brings the left arm up to defend his front and distract from the lightning quick flash of his right fist that sneaks in from below, a jab aimed right at her lower torso. It would be hard to block but if she was fast there was still a chance to dodge.]