[Gino has always been more conservative than he is. Shinya had expected him to play things safe, maybe go tumbling to the floor and scramble to regain his footing, something along those lines.
What he doesn't expect is Gino's hand shooting out to close around his wrist, dragging him down with the full weight of his own body. Shinya's stance is sturdy, solid, but when there's so much force yanking him forward...
He ends up landing on Gino, but even now, Shinya is focused on the fight. This is just another move to deal with, after all; their bout isn't over yet. He scrambles to pin Gino's hand over his head, still grinning in that same near-feral way. His pulse bounds loudly in his ears. This is good. This is the heady rush of blood and the thrill of adrenaline, this is instinct and excitement, a perfect mix of strategical thinking and pure action and reaction.
He never feels quite so alive as when he's fighting like this.]
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What he doesn't expect is Gino's hand shooting out to close around his wrist, dragging him down with the full weight of his own body. Shinya's stance is sturdy, solid, but when there's so much force yanking him forward...
He ends up landing on Gino, but even now, Shinya is focused on the fight. This is just another move to deal with, after all; their bout isn't over yet. He scrambles to pin Gino's hand over his head, still grinning in that same near-feral way. His pulse bounds loudly in his ears. This is good. This is the heady rush of blood and the thrill of adrenaline, this is instinct and excitement, a perfect mix of strategical thinking and pure action and reaction.
He never feels quite so alive as when he's fighting like this.]