[Makoto is down for a second before she pushes herself up with her arms. A hand comes up to her mouth, brushing aside some blood that trickled out the corner or her lips. Heh. One thing was for sure: he was not holding back because she was a woman. She could respect that.]
[Feeling a little dizzy and her mouth tasting of blood, Makoto pulled herself up to standing.] Just one moment. That was a good hit.
[With a few moments and quick slap on her face she's back at ready. Her stance is more aggressive. One hand tucked behind her, and another set in front. She was reacting for now; it was her turn to get on the offensive. Waiting for the cue to start, she was prepare to go in quick and fast. At this point there was no reason to hold back.]
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[Feeling a little dizzy and her mouth tasting of blood, Makoto pulled herself up to standing.] Just one moment. That was a good hit.
[With a few moments and quick slap on her face she's back at ready. Her stance is more aggressive. One hand tucked behind her, and another set in front. She was reacting for now; it was her turn to get on the offensive. Waiting for the cue to start, she was prepare to go in quick and fast. At this point there was no reason to hold back.]