[She's on the defensive. Right. She knew that the kicks were not effective and if she was going to get into him at all, she was going to have to do something risky.]
[As Okuyasu comes in to the side, Makoto risks harming her forearms with a block with her right, a block to her left. In that split-second both arms were deflected she was going lean a foot into his zone, dip her shoulder down, and plant a fast gut punch before he knew what hit him.]
[Well, that was the plan.]
[As her head bent down Okuyasu's foot came up. She had milliseconds to realize what was happening. Like a glorious train wreck in slow motion the foot came higher, higher. The arm that was intended for the punch came up for a defensive block but it was too late. The foot came up, her hand was deflected, and with a hollow thunk Makoto took the kick on the side of the jaw.]
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[As Okuyasu comes in to the side, Makoto risks harming her forearms with a block with her right, a block to her left. In that split-second both arms were deflected she was going lean a foot into his zone, dip her shoulder down, and plant a fast gut punch before he knew what hit him.]
[Well, that was the plan.]
[As her head bent down Okuyasu's foot came up. She had milliseconds to realize what was happening. Like a glorious train wreck in slow motion the foot came higher, higher. The arm that was intended for the punch came up for a defensive block but it was too late. The foot came up, her hand was deflected, and with a hollow thunk Makoto took the kick on the side of the jaw.]
[She was on the ground the next second.]